GEORGIA, ATLANTA 2023~SIERRA~I looked at the card carefully. No, I wasn't bothered about Damian getting engaged to Cassie—I expected that to happen years ago. I was shocked at the look of the envelope—its design was the same as the one I’ve been receiving the notes in. Did Cassie buy the envelope by coincidence, or was she the second person after me?“Ms. Reid, is everything okay?” Beatrice asked, and I nodded.“Yes, please go and prepare my handbag, I'm taking it today,” I told her, and she nodded and then walked out. I walked to my table, intending to take my phone, so I could call the detective to ask of any information they found about Cassie. As I remembered, I asked him to look into her, but a voice stopped me. “Nana?” I turned and faced her.“How are you, my dear?” She greeted me, and I faked a smile. “I heard you didn't wish the kids a good day today.”“Yes,” I sniffed. “I have the flu, I didn't want to infect them, especially Ingrid, you know how she is.” I lied, and Nana s
~SIERRA~“I've never given up on you.” Damian's voice was more than a whisper, “All…” he swallowed before he continued, “All these five years, I've imagined what my life would be if I hadn't been stupid to ask for a divorce,” he said, and I looked at him, shocked. I've never in my life ever imagined Damian apologizing. “I don't know how many times I’m going to say this, but I love you.” I tightly pressed my eyes together, not because what he said was touching me but because I was reminded of the years with him—all those three years I've lived with the hope of him saying he loved me too.Yes, our marriage was a contract, a deal between adults, but I fell for him. I had a crush on him since I set my eyes on him. I still remember that day going to my dad's house, and I found Damian with him. They were discussing business, and I hid behind my dad's office door, I loved his thinking—he was smart and smelled good, that's the reason I didn't hesitate to say yes to his proposal, not because I
~SIERRA~Before I could say anything, Gilbert rushed to Damian's side and punched his mouth. “Gilbert?! Stop!” Gilbert was a gentleman, he never even shouted—this side of him shocked me.“How dare you touch my fiance?!”"Oh, you mean my ex-wife?” Damian was stubborn. Gilbert almost landed another punch on Damian, but Damian held him. They were now struggling, and all I did was call for help. Luckily, the security guards were not far, as they came running and separated the two.“Oh my god, Damian!” Cassie also came from nowhere as she ran to Damian, who was now examining his mouth, he had a little blood on the corner of his lips.“I'm fine, Cassie!” Damian angrily said to Cassie, who tried to touch his lips.“He's a monster, he should be arrested!” Cassie said, looking at me, “I'm sure she sent him to do this.” I only rolled my eyes. The security guards escorted Damian and Cassie out.I looked at Gilbert and sighed with relief, then walked to my chair, but turned as soon as I heard Gil
~SIERRA~ “But the notes had a C, I assumed…” “You must know that this kind of people are smart, Ms. Reid, probably the person already knew that you and Ms. Rorbertson were not on good terms, so he or she decided to use her initials that way you would suspect Ms. Robertson,” he explained, and it made sense. “For now, I advise you not to share any information with anyone because I am suspecting someone who is very close to you, and reading the notes, it must be a man.” “Now what are we going to do, because once again, I am left worried for my children?” I sighed. “You don’t need to worry yourself about that, I’ve already started an investigation to see where the letters were typed from, I will add more security around your home but I’m afraid that until then we cannot do anything.” “I understand. Thank you, detective.” “You are welcome. Have a good day, Ms. Reid, and please call me if anything happens.” “I will do that,” I said, and I bid my goodbye before I ended the call.
~SIERRA~Gilbert shook his head, and with his facial expression, I could tell he assumed I was with Damian. “I can’t believe you. How could you do this to me?”“Excuse me?”“I’ve been here for you all these years. I made sure you and your children were okay. I made sure you were living a comfortable life, a life that bastard denied you.”“Okay stop! I’m grateful for all you’ve done, for being there for me, but don’t forget that I worked hard for everything I have now,” I said–I was not going to allow a man to make me think less of myself; I did it with Damian, not with anyone else.“It’s because of my restaurant that you were able to build more,” he said, sounding as if I was ungrateful.“A restaurant you sold me—a restaurant that was going bankrupt—or did you forget how you told me that no one was willing to pay for it at a fair price?” I raised my brow and walked toward him. “And now you make it seem like you did me a huge favor when it’s quite the opposite; if anything, I did you a
~SIERRA~With the detectives' words, I remembered what Lily said: that Damian might be behind everything, but how could he? Why would he do that, or did he have anything to do with my father's deal? Maybe he was part of it, or maybe he was the one who made him sign it in the first place. Oh, what can I expect from Damian? He was obviously behind it.“We plan to take him for questioning tomorrow,” the detective said, and it shook me out of my thoughts.
~SIERRA~I left the room and headed straight to the guest room, the one Gilbert slept in. I checked the cupboard and saw that all his clothes were not there anymore. Lana was telling the truth, he had left. “Which time did he leave the house?” I asked Lana, as I wanted to see the possibility of making it to the airport in time.“I'm afraid it's very early, by now his plane could have landed in Houston,” she answered, and I nodded. How would I tell the kids that Gilbert left without telling them goodbye? “Please take my phone from the kid's room to my bedroom and prepare me a warm bath,” I instructed, and she nodded before she left. I stayed in Gilbert's room and looked around, hoping to find something, and I did. A note on the table—it had my name on it, so I assumed he had written it for me. I took it and opened it, then read it in my heart.‘Good morning, Sierra, I've decided to fly back to Texas to think. You are right, the marriage was an agreement. I apologize for falling in lov
~SIERRA~I still couldn't believe it. Damian and Carl were friends, but if they were friends, why did he send me threatening messages, or was Damian asking him to do that, and why didn't he tell Damian that I had triplets instead of a daughter?“Are you okay? Oh, silly question. What do you plan to do now?” She asked, and I shook my head as I didn't know where to start. “Don't worry, I still plan on getting information from Cassie and Damian. I will add Carl to the list,” Lily said, and I nodded.“Why didn't I know about Carl? I do remember James, but Carl, why hasn't he come to the house once?” I asked myself out loud, but Lily answered.“Because Carl was not like James, I don't know what games he's playing, but I'm sure Damian is behind it,” she said, and I shook my head.“If Damian was behind it, then he could know I have triplets and not a daughter.”“Oh Sierra I know Damian better than anyone, and trust me when I say he's behind it because he is,” Lily said, and I nodded—arguing