When Greg finds out about Bethany’s incident involving Lynette, he will go to Bethany and give her a court date to testify.Full Story BELOW ⬇
When the truth explodes, it doesn’t whisper — it shatters everything in its path.
Greg had heard rumors before — but this time it was different. Montana was supposed to be temporary. Instead, it turned into chaos.
When he learned Lynette had physically scratched Bethany and the argument had spiraled beyond control, he acted immediately. Bethany was sent back to Atlanta without hesitation.
She thought coming home would bring peace. Instead, the house greeted her with heavy silence. The kind that presses against your chest and refuses to let you breathe.
Two days later, a knock echoed through the quiet hallway.
BETHANY: “Greg?”
He stood there, holding a folder. His face unreadable.
GREG: “We need to talk.”
BETHANY: “About what? Haven’t y’all talked enough about me already?”
Greg stepped inside calmly, scanning the room before meeting her eyes.
GREG: “I need to know exactly what happened in Montana.”
Her jaw tightened. The memories came rushing back — the smirks, the sharp comments, the tension building like a storm cloud.
BETHANY: “Oh now you wanna know? Where was this energy when Lynette was putting her hands on me?”
Greg exhaled slowly.
GREG: “This isn’t about taking sides. It’s about facts.”
BETHANY: “The fact is she scratched me! The fact is she kept provoking me! And nobody stopped it!”
The tension thickened. Greg opened his folder carefully.
GREG: “Did you provoke her?”
BETHANY: “Excuse me?”
GREG: “I’m asking a simple question.”
Her eyes burned with disbelief.
BETHANY: “You’re trying to blame me.”
GREG: “I’m trying to understand the full situation.”
She began pacing.
BETHANY: “You weren’t there! You didn’t see the way she kept pushing me. The comments. The disrespect.”
GREG: “Witnesses said both of you were yelling.”
BETHANY: “So now I’m the villain?”
Greg’s patience thinned. He placed a document on the table.
GREG: “You’ve been officially summoned.”
Her expression shifted from anger to shock.
BETHANY: “You’re joking.”
GREG: “I’m not. The court needs testimony about what happened.”
BETHANY: “Instead of protecting me, you’re sending me to court?”
GREG: “This isn’t about protection. It’s about accountability.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of pride and pain filled the room.
BETHANY: “You really think this won’t affect me?”
Greg hesitated — just for a second.
GREG: “It already has.”
Her anger masked fear. Was she defending herself? Or had she crossed a line? The scratches on her skin were healing, but the humiliation lingered.
BETHANY: “Fine. I’ll testify.”
Greg moved toward the door.
BETHANY: “I hope you’re this serious with Lynette too.”
GREG: “Everyone will be held accountable.”
The door closed softly behind him.
Bethany stood alone, staring at the crumpled paper in her hand. Court wasn’t just about proving who was right. It was about exposing what truly happened — every word, every reaction, every moment of lost control.
Was she innocent? Or had her emotions fueled the fire?
Next month, in a courtroom filled with strangers, the truth wouldn’t whisper — it would explode.
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