Chapter 211. Murder Suspect

“Your wife?” Samantha laughed manically as I felt Dean’s presence behind me. He placed a hand on my shoulder from behind, and squeezed gently. 

“You were never this blind while we were growing up.”

“Will you insult me now too?” Dean’s voice was quiet, and I knew him too well not to see the danger in that.

But Samantha, who claimed to have grown up with them, was too blind to see it. Whether she was ignorant, or arrogantly stupid I would never know, but she continued.

“If that’s what it would take you to open your eyes, then by all means call it an insult.” She replied. “Do you know how pathetic you look in those loved-up photos when the whole country knows she is fucking your brother?”

“Samantha…” I started to say, but Dean applied a little more pressure on my shoulder and I went quiet.