Bretly hung up on Thomas. Never replying to his comment about being an ass. That was the thing Bretly had always been that way. It was a self-defense mechanism.  to keep people at arms length.The only reason he changed was for Miranda. Of course he changed too late. Pushing her into another man arms. His best friend Thomas. Yes Bretly said that he couldn’t have blamed if she had an affair him. That really hadn’t been a lie. Not really. But that was when he been an ass to her. He had changed. Had been there for Miranda when she needed him most.  Took care of her. Had been patience with her when her mood swings had been so unpredictable.  None of had matter. Miranda still ended up in bed with Thomas.<br/><br/><br/>Bretly tried to ignore Alfred when he can into the bedroom. He had put some protest as the older man helped off the floor. But as always the old man won. Leaning on Alfred heavily he stumble and fumble his way into the library. Not wanting the concoction that Alfred had made for him. He didn’t want to get somber or start to think clearly. What was the point? Bretly wondered. “Believe what you want. I know what she did. I seen the proof. Why don’t you go haunt another part of the mansion . Old man” He gave the butler a shove.  He slumped in the chair. It was true the bruises on Miranda wasn’t from simple sex. Deep down he knew that. He reason that it was rough sex .Something both enjoy and apparently so did Thomas.<br/><br/>Bretlly chose to ignore Thomas. He told him that he didn’t  have anything to say him. He didn’t want anything to do with the man. Tipping his head back and close his eyes.  Restraining himself form getting up and beating the shit out of him for taking Miranda. What good would it do? What was done was done.Brellty had tried to save his marriage. Did everything she wanted and didn’t matter. He half listened to what Thomas was saying. Not caring. His story did not change anything.  Thomas had taken the one thing Brettly truly cared about.<br/><br/>“ You really want me to believe that bull shit.” Bretlly snarled behind closed eyes. “ You never taken a woman against her will. You sure as hell won’t rape Miranda. You love her too much. The only reason you here now is because she got caught. So as always she went crying to you because I was a little too truthful with her. Get the hell out of here. I don’t you or that slut around here ever again. Leave the key with Alfred.” He turned the chair away from Thomas and look out the darken window.