“Rosalynn, you've seen the news involving Brian, haven't you?"

Rosalynn's hands stopped moving. She nodded, though the old woman couldn't see it.

“Rosalynn, there's something I haven't told you yet. The truth is that I made them stop your divorce proceedings."

“I know.”

Debora was visibly taken aback.

“You already know? Who told you? Is it Brian?"

“No, he doesn't know anything." Rosalynn didn't say anything more and left it at that.

Debora didn't pry, either. Instead, she asked, “Don't you think you should tell Brian about your identity? You are his wife. You can handle the matter with Eleanor yourself."

She should handle the matter with Eleanor?

How was she supposed to do that?

Should she insist that Eleanor have an abortion or let Eleanor give birth and take the child afterward?

Rosalynn was not inclined to do either of those things.

A complex emotion passed over her face.

“Actually, I came here to ask you not to reveal the truth to Brian. He must not know that I am the wife he never met. Just let them proceed with the divorce."

Debora sighed and patted her hand.

“Stop massaging me and come sit beside me. Let's talk properly."

Rosalynn did as she was told.

Debora Looked her in the eye and asked, "Why don't you explain the situation to Brian first? I know that he has been living across your place this whole time. Haven't you become close at all?"

Rosalynn's fingers reflexively curled into her palms.

“I admit that we have been getting along Lately. If it weren't for Eleanor's pregnancy, perhaps I would have told him the truth sooner or later. But now...”

Rosalynn suppressed the outrage and humiliation that welled up within her and threatened to spill out.

"I can't accept him knowing that he fathered another woman's child. I can't do it."