Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 279

"How can you prove he's Jaylan's child, Zora? Am I supposed to believe you just because you say so? You're quite adept at stirring up trouble, aren't you?" I purposely baited her.

Zora flashed a wicked grin at me, "He's Jaylan's. So, Aaliyah, why are you proud? Do you think you've secured your position as Jaylan's wife? Sadly, he’s not given you a chance. You're nothing more than a laughingstock, a discarded wife.”

“Oh really? How would Jaylan react if he heard you talking like this about me? Didn’t he warn you not to provoke me?" I laughed and asked, catching her off guard.

She was pretty much surprised to see me with that look. She was probably used to women losing their cool when confronted with such accusations. But my calm demeanor seemed to take her by surprise.

"You know Marissa too, don't you?" I teased, “But you two are really a match. One is a professional slut, the other a professional homewrecker.”

Zora took a step towards me, but a single raised eyebrow from Hannah sent her retreating.

“Aren’t you afraid Jaylan will skin you alive for such accusations?” I laughed lightheartedly, “There are plenty of women claiming to have Jaylan’s child, and all of them are stunning. You, on the other hand, are a nanny. Quite an achievement, isn't it?”

“Aaliyah, you should reflect on your own actions.” She was afraid of being seen as a nanny.

“Just you wait.” She stormed into the room like a whirlwind, quickly returning with a piece of paper in her hand. She waved it in front of my face, “Here’s the proof.”

“Don’t bring me some phony evidence.” I didn’t even glance at it, maintaining a haughty expression as I stared at her, as though she were a fool.

She stood there with the piece of paper in her hand, clearly taken aback.

Zora, who was struggling to get up, froze when she heard my words. She lay on the floor, propped up on her arms, her eyes wide with terror.

“All these pieces of evidence have been gathered and are ready to be handed over. All the proof of your crimes against me, the medical reports, the drug residues, the video footage, even that perfume bottle that doesn't contain perfume.” I spoke slowly, making sure she heard every detail, “And let’s not forget about that clever little girl at your former employer’s place. What happened to her?”

I stared at Zora who was on the verge of a breakdown, each word carefully pronounced, “Tell me, how many years do you think you’ll get if all this is given to the police?”

“You’re talking nonsense.” Zora’s voice was shaking, but she was still defiant.

I pulled out my phone and handed it to Hannah, “Show her.”