At this point, even a blind person could tell what was going on inside.
Jean Grant didn't go closer. Instead, she stood there for a while, listening to her husband whisper sweet nothings to another woman.
The chill in her heart was too profound to describe.
It was the worst possible situation. Jean Grant turned and walked back to her car. Sitting in the driver's seat, she still couldn't calm herself down.
She thought about all the time she had spent with Marlon Marshall and came to a conclusion.
'His words were never very clever, yet I believed him so readily. If that's not stupid, what is? Thankfully, it's not too late to know the truth now.'
Her personality was not one to endure things in silence.
Jean Grant knew it would be all too easy to destroy Marlon Marshall, but she wasn't going to let him pay the price so simply.
That would be letting him off too easy.
