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The tension in the office was thick. Lethan stood there, his chest rising and falling with each breath, seething with fury. Quinn, her usual composure shaken, stood frozen as the scandalous photos fluttered to the ground like confetti. The shock on her face was unmistakable, and John, the driver, stood at the doorway, utterly unsure of how to react.
Quinn’s voice trembled as she stammered, “Lethan, I… I can explain…”
But Lethan, with a face twisted in disbelief and betrayal, stepped forward and slammed his palm against the desk. “Explain? How do you explain this, Quinn? How long has this been going on? With him—your so-called ‘brother’?”
John, realizing the situation was quickly escalating, nervously glanced at the door. He clearly didn’t want to be part of whatever was coming next, but he couldn’t leave just yet without understanding if he was caught up in this mess too.
“John, you’re in on this too?” Lethan’s voice was sharp, his anger radiating through the room.
John quickly raised his hands, his voice hesitant, “No, sir. I had no idea… I swear.”
But Quinn’s reaction was less about defense and more about regret. She lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper. “Lethan, please, just listen to me. It wasn’t what it looked like. I—”
“It wasn’t what it looked like?” Lethan interrupted, his voice shaking with both fury and hurt. “I don’t know what could possibly make it look any worse! You think I don’t see what’s going on here?”
Quinn tried to step forward but was stopped by Lethan’s cold, accusatory glare. She clasped her hands together, desperate to regain some form of control. “I made a mistake, Lethan. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. It’s just—”
“Just what?” Lethan shot back, his anger only building. “You were caught in a lie, Quinn! Do you think I can just forget about this, about everything we’ve built? You’ve been with him behind my back, and you—you want to tell me it was a mistake?”
The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavy. Quinn’s face was a mixture of guilt and fear. She glanced at John, who remained silent, a witness to the unraveling of something deeply personal.
Lethan’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Quinn one last time. His next words were quieter, more controlled but no less damning. “You’ll leave. I want you out of here. Now.”
Quinn stood frozen, torn between guilt and confusion. “Lethan, please don’t do this—”
“I said, leave!” Lethan’s voice boomed, and the force of it finally snapped her into action.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she grabbed her purse and quickly turned towards the door. She hesitated before she left, looking back at him one last time, as if searching for some sign that he would take her back. But Lethan was done.
When the door shut behind her, John cleared his throat awkwardly. “Mr. Warbane, I… I think I should go now.”
Lethan didn’t answer right away. He sat back in his chair, staring at the photos still scattered across his desk, his mind reeling with a mixture of disbelief and cold fury. Finally, he muttered, “Yeah, John, you can go. Just don’t talk to anyone about this. Understood?”
John nodded, quickly leaving the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall as he left Lethan alone with the aftermath of his shattered trust. The man who had once been secure in his life and relationships now faced a crushing reality.
As Quinn drove away with John, she couldn’t help but feel the full weight of her actions. But the questions, the remorse, and the guilt would have to wait. What mattered now was that Lethan knew the truth, and there was no going back from this. The consequences of their actions had already begun to unfold.
