"If you don't want to get married, fine. I don't want to marry you either! You have the nerve to shout at me!" Suddenly, with an audible slap, David Hale exploded in anger, instantly hurling onto Faye Shepherd's chest a handful of documents his right hand was holding. A stack of papers began to flutter around. Faye instinctively caught a piece of paper; by chance, it was a printed photo, a snapshot from CCTV footage of Faye intimately entering a hotel room with another man. The timestamp was clearly visible on the photo.
Faye's face instantly turned pale. She lowered her head to glance at the other scattered papers on the floor and noticed a hospital examination report detailing the precise days of pregnancy. Apparently, it wasn't the one she had forged.
