At that moment his friend didn't flinch. He just stared.
"I thought," Jerry continued, "that it was something serious—something that could affect the bigger picture of what I'm doing right now. Not this. Not gossip and suspicion about my wife."
His friend immediately leaned forward, cutting in without hesitation. "Yes, Jerry. Yes, it's serious. You just don't see it yet, but it's going to have a huge impact. I know you too well, and I know when something feels off. Bro, this lady? She's not it."
Jerry's brows furrowed, clearly irritated.
"I mean it," his friend added, eyes narrowing with urgency. "You still haven't told me how you even met her. Not one word. That alone is suspicious. Where did she come from? Did she approach you or was it the other way around? Was it love at first sight, or was something else at play? You keep saying she's your wife, but you've given no backstory—no details."
Jerry remained silent, staring at him with a mixture of irritation and restraint.
