The idea that Layla had lived away from him and had a daughter with another man gnawed at Bradley. He was dying inside without realising it.
He paced from right to left over and over, thinking and analysing all the possible answers: could Layla finally be happy, how could she have found someone so quickly, that girl was five years old.
Bradley was very angry with himself. A thousand ideas were running through his mind, he even came to believe that she had a lover, and that was why she desperately wanted to divorce him.
Bradley's heart was pounding, wanting to explode. But maybe he was overthinking things, he thought.
Something was confusing Bradley. He looked down and his aura darkened. He had to calm down, though, he was rambling too much. He began to undress in a rustic way, sett
