Elysia I stumbled back when the resonating sound of the gunshot rang in my ear. "Damon?" I whispered. I heard the groan and then a thud, my heart tightened, and fear gripped me. I felt goosebumps all over my body. "Damon?" I called out again. "Damon!" I yelled out when I didn't hear anything from him. My body froze, this is all my fault. I hung up and quickly wore my clothes, stuffed all my clothes insidetravelingling bag, and rushed out of the apartment. I muttered to myself, saying a quick prayer for him to be okay. "God please!" I whimpered. I hailed a taxi that would take me straight to the airport. "Taxi!" I yelled. They all passed by without a care in the world. I stomped my foot hard on the ground in frustration. "Oh, God!" I dragged my hand across my face. If something happens to Damon then it would be my fault, who answers calls in the middle of work, anyway? A yellow taxi stopped right before me, a woman was running to enter when I blocked her. "The airport, pl
Elysia I sat on the couch in my living room, tears streaming down my face as I tried to make sense of what was happening in my life. That's when the doorbell rang and Macy walked in. Her eyes widened when she noticed my state, she rushed to me. "Elysia, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with concern as she sat down next to me. "Damon wants to end things," I said, unable to control the tears as they fell from my eyes. I told her everything, about Damon's sudden decision to end our marriage and the hurt and confusion I was feeling. Macy listened intently, her expression unreadable as I poured my heart out to her. When I was finished, she took a deep breath and looked at me, her eyes filled with sadness. "Elysia, I have to be honest with you," she said. "Maybe it's for the best that Damon is trying to break off your marriage." I was shocked, my heart sinking as I felt a fresh wave of pain wash over me. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Macy he
Damon I was on my way home from the hospital, feeling a mixture of emotions as I replayed my conversation with Elysia in my head. I had told her to move out and that I never wanted to see her again. It was a difficult decision, but it was for the best. I needed to distance myself from the pain and heartache she had caused me. I thought wanting to go start afresh with her would go well for our marriage but she is a ticking time bomb. With every memory she gains, I risk being hated by her and the actions I did in the past. I was terrible, and we were terrible but anything I did, I did it out of love for her. I loved her with everything in me but she wanted nothing to do with me. As I drove, I made my way to my parent's house and locked myself inside, seeking solace and time to process everything that had just happened. But my moment of peace was interrupted by a phone call from Warren. He informed me that Arturo was back and that to sell guns to him, we needed the old contract docum
Elysia As I walked into Damon's office, my heart was pounding with anxiety. I had to know the truth about Becca's death. The room was dimly lit, but I could see Damon sitting at his desk, looking down at some papers. I approached him, trying to calm myself. "Damon," I said, my voice shaking. "I need to talk to you about Becca." He looked up at me, his eyes sad. "I know," he said. "I was hoping you wouldn't come here. It's not going to be easy for you to hear." "Just tell me," I said, my voice growing louder. "What happened to her?" Damon took a deep breath. "She was shot," he said. "While she was playing in the garden. I was there too, but I couldn't save her." I felt my knees buckle underneath me and I had to grip the edge of the table to keep myself upright. "Shot?" I repeated my voice barely above a whisper. "Who would do something like that?" "We don't know yet," Damon said. "The police are investigating, but so far, they don't have any leads." As I looked around the room,
Elysia Pov "Still you have to go back." I could see the fear in my parents eyes as they stared at the documents in disbelief. I can't help but wonder why they feared the Contreras, frankly speaking, I'm begining to worry about the kind of family I married into. What was Elysia's pain? I want to connect badly but I always find myself holding back but just when it seems everything is about to be okay there is always something else popping making me feel like I was so far from the truth and sincerely, I am terrified. "I think it's best I remain here till I figure it all out, and especially Becca's death." I said to them and instantly their face turned grim. It caught me off guard. My parents were staring at themselves as though a secret of theirs have just been found out. "Why are you both staring at each other that way?" I asked but my mother scoffed then slowly her lips curve into a pretension smile that made my skin crawl. I could see deceit clearly over them. My father loo
Damon's pov "I think you should avoid her for now." Warren's words of concern made me regret my decision years ago. How many times have it been already? Countless times that I've come to forget. I wish I never married Elysia, my life have gone from difficult to worse. I try to solve the mysteries surrounding Hector but still I'm constantly finding myself being pulled back by Elysia mistake and insincerity. Her memories are slowly coming back and I'm sure that she won't be any different like she used to be, and truthfully, I'm not prepared. I just want to be at peace with everything else in my life and work on getting Hector ones and for all. "You are right Warren, I need to let her go. I've given her the divorce papers and in letting her family have the company. I'm done, before this brings me anymore problems I'm done." It wasn't what I wanted, every words that left my lips were all lies. I was lying to myself and Warren. I regret signing the divorce papers, I regret tel
Damon's pov As I heard my mother's words, I didn't feel any surprise or shock. I knew all too well that she wanted Elysia's company, no matter what it took. The words stung, but I had grown accustomed to them over time. My mother's hate for Elysia's was deep. I cannot help but feel a deep sense of sadness and frustration at the situation with my wife, Elysia, and my mother. My mother has made it clear that she despises Elysia and, to make matters worse, she wickedly desires Elysia's company. It is all part of a sinister plan to keep Elysia dependent on me. I know my mother will never cease to ensure that she can never fully break away and become her own person. I know that my mother's desire to control and dominate is rooted in her own insecurities and fears, but that knowledge does little to ease the burden of the situation. I must admit that my relationship with Elysia is currently strained. There was a time when I was deeply in love.with her, but over time, our differe
Elysia Pov It's been two hours but it felt like forever. I've been standing by the door. I was banging on the door, my heart racing with panic. "Please, let me out!" I shouted at my parents, but they refused to open the door. I needed to get to the office, but they were keeping me locked in my room. Just as I was about to give up hope, my phone rang. It was Macy, my friend and employee. "Elysia, are you okay?" Macy's voice was filled with concern. "No, I'm not okay," I replied, my voice shaking with emotion. "What's going on? Did something happen at the office?" "Yes, your husband came in and searched everywhere, taking some documents and leaving," Macy said urgently. "We don't know what he took, but it's important. We need you here." My heart sank at Macy's words. Damon had gone to the office and caused chaos, and I wasn't there to stop him. "I need to get there," I said, desperation in my voice. "I know, Elysia, but how? Can you sneak out?" I looked at the door, still close