Alick assured him, "I know how to handle it."

Isaac nodded in agreement.

When Forrest returned home, he was surprised to find Divya there.

She was dressed in a two-piece suspender pajama set and greeted Forrest with a smile, "You're back!"

Considerately, she poured him a glass of water and walked over to hand it to him, saying, "I couldn't help but notice that you don't look so well. Is work killing you?"

Forrest pondered, his gaze lowered. He wondered if this gentle and considerate woman was truly the one responsible.

“Did you arrange for someone to hang the banner at our wedding?"

Divya was unexpectedly thrown for a loop!

Why was he suddenly asking about that?

“What... What do you mean? I have no idea what you're talking about!" Divya decided to feign ignorance!

She couldn't admit to such a thing. Never!

Forrest grabbed her wrist, and Divya panicked, dropping the glass of water, causing it to shatter loudly, with glass shards scattering everywhere.

The water reached their shoes. Divya pretended to be frightened and said, "Forrest, what's happening?

You're scaring me!"

“Tell me, where have you hidden Laura?" Forrest stared at her with an intense, chilling gaze.

“Forrest, I don't understand what you're talking about. How would I know where Laura went?" Her anxiety skyrocketed uncontrollably.

Why was Forrest suddenly asking about this? Had he discovered something? Thoughts raced through her mind, leaving her pale with shock and fear.

She feigned victimhood in front of Forrest, saying, "You know me better than that, Forrest. I would never do something as petty as hanging a banner. I don‘t know where Laura went. Even though she brought about my miscarriage, I don't hold it against her. I know she didn't do it on purpose.

She was still playing dumb with him.

His gaze fell on the phone on her dressing table. He strode over and picked it up, and somehow, the screen displayed the messages Divya had sent.

Forrest's eyes turned bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Divya. "How do you explain this?"

Divya's regret gnawed at her Like a relentless storm, knowing she should have swiftly deleted the ill-fated messages the moment they were sent.

Once Forrest saw the messages, he confronted her with an intensity that shook her to the core.

“Someone had me under their thumb, blackmailing me. I made a promise to pay them off, all in the hopes of exposing this devious person who dared to threaten me,” she defended herself.

“Why did they single you out for blackmail, and not anyone else?” Forrest tightened his grip on her wrist, his voice seething with suspicion.