“Don’t say such things, this has nothing to do with me,” I defended myself, stepping forward.

Rosemary, her face hidden in her hands, sobbed, “I had dinner with you yesterday, and I accidentally drank a bit too much. When I woke up, I was... with him.”

She trailed off, unable to finish as she remembered waking up to find Baldwin’s face beside hers.

Baldwin, hearing this, grew furious and pointed at me, shouting, “So it’s you! I knew you ...