Lydia stopped in her tracks and turned to Quincy, disbelief flooding her eyes. She understood every word he said, but hearing them strung together like that felt utterly surreal. "So, you're telling me," she said slowly, "that your mother drugged you with that kind of drug?"

"Yes." Quincy nodded, though saying it out loud made him feel deeply humiliated.

Still, he had to tell her the truth. Regardless of whether they ended up divorcing or not, he couldn't let Lydia believe he was some heartless player messing around with other women's feelings.

"I can't believe you're telling me the truth. I... I..." Lydia's voice trembled, leaving her at a loss for words. Tears brimmed in her eyes until they spilled over, leaving a faint trail down her cheeks.

Her mind drifted to the child they had lost so suddenly. She had found it strange at the time. Everything had been fine, and her health had been good. But as soon as Mrs. Perez arrived to 'help,' things had taken a turn, and she had miscarried.

but another part had felt ashamed of even thinking it. After all, how could a grandmother possibly

to go to any lengths to push them apart, even to the point of drugging her own son. If she was capable of that, what wouldn't she do? Evidence didn't even matter to her anymore. Lydia

make?" she said, her tone laced with bitterness. "I saw you two together, Quincy. You don't have to tell me nothing happened, because even if it didn't happen

it won't happen

trust me?" Quincy's face twisted

you I don't trust," she replied, shaking her head. "I don't trust your mother. My mom told me before we got married that love is between two people, but

maybe it's good for teenagers to believe that. But at my age, I

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