Sara POV "Sara, you haven't dressed up yet; we need to go shopping." She opened the room's door and looked at me. "Just give me five minutes." The thought of being caught red-handed had already made my heart race, and seeing her in front of me made me feel even more nervous. My broken leg recovered after one month, so she wanted to take me to the nearby market because I hadn't stepped outside her house at that time. Although I put his number on her phone's blacklist, I was still afraid when her phone buzzed with any number. Neil will try to call back on this number. When his phone is not connected to this number, how can I be so foolish as to believe that he won't call me on this number using a different number? Oh no, I have to do something to correct my mistakes. I have entirely overcome my guilt in just one month. As time passed, I realized that I had done nothing wrong by killing that monster. I forgot that I killed him, so I came here to protect myself from the police. Than
Aron POV Why is my mother's phone off right now? Over the past three days, I have attempted to contact her, but her phone has been inactive for the past few days. Is it possible that he was lying to me? Maybe Sara didn't call him. After all, how did she reach my mom? How could she find her when she didn't even know anything about her? No, he can't lie to me. I threatened him with a gun, so I doubt he would have the audacity to lie to me. I have so many questions, but right now, I can't seem to find the answers to any of them. I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. I desperately want to meet Sara, but I lose every time I reach so close to my goal. "Observe his every move." I contacted my detective and instructed him to monitor Neil's activities, as I am certain that Sara will reach out to him again. I feel enraged knowing that she called him to tell him about her whereabouts, but she doesn't call me all these days. Why hadn't she reached out to me? Did she start to hat
Sara POV "Life is a blank canvas that God provided for each of us and then gave us the freedom to decorate it however we pleased. Instead of giving someone else the paintbrush of our lives, we must accept complete responsibility for the pictures we paint on the canvas of our lives."In the dead of night, I read one of my favorite passages from my just-published book before leaving Ema's home. I don't want to lie to her anymore, even though I know she will be concerned about my abrupt departure from her life and home. She was a big help to me during my rough patch. I often considered telling her the whole truth, but I never worked up the nerve to do so. After much thought, I finally convinced myself to meet his other family. I'm not sure why he wanted me to meet them, but one thing is for certain—I still have a lot of secrets that have been kept from me since I was a young child. I didn't know my dad came from a wealthy family; therefore, I lived my entire half-life in poverty. My g
Aron POV "Aron, did you create all of this? I had no idea you were such a talented painter." As she looked at all the paintings, Jerry was taken aback. "I was also unaware of my hidden talent, but Sara made it possible for me to identify it." I peered at my freshly painted canvas. "I must say you made excellent paintings. Tell me what went through your mind while you painted these pictures." She gave me a curious glance. "Jerry, every painting I create captures both the wonderful and tragic parts of my life. If you look closely at this picture, you will discover that the unhappy Christmas night in my life served as the inspiration for this artwork." I took a quick look at the painting, which shows a teenage boy peeking out of his room window, watching his neighbors celebrate Christmas. "This painting, Jerry, reflects my past trauma with darkness. Do you remember the day you closed me in while I was trying to find a light?" I looked up at her face. She gave me a nod, then turned
Sara POV "Sara, please stay with us for a few days." My stepmother asked me to stay with her in this house. Before I answered her, I looked at Neil. He nodded at me to accept her request. I decided to stay with them for a few days to get to know them better before making any decisions, as I was unsure of how to handle such a situation. My stepsister and stepmother aren't as horrible as my neighbors and my dad told me. They're very sweet to me. They not only behaved kindly toward me, but they also treated Neil with respect. When I agreed to stay with them, my stepsister Ella showed me my room. I toured my vast villa in the evening. The building's captivating architecture astounded me. This is one of the town's older structures. Several builders are keen on transforming this structure into an opulent hotel. "Will you be selling this building, Sara?" As he was walking with me to take a tour of the building, Neil questioned me. "Of course not. Why will I sell this villa when it is t
Aron POV "Where are you, Sara?" I raked my finger through my hair. Why is God testing me so much? Every time he gives me optimism that I might find Sara this time, he dashes my hopes. "When did she leave this place?" I spoke with my mother. "She didn't even inform me that she was leaving this residence two days ago." Mom's voice expressed her anguish over Sara's departure quite plainly. "Were you aware of her whereabouts?" As I stared at her, I gave her a hopeful expression. "No, she gave me no information at all. She gave me no information about you. Could you at least tell me how you knew her?" She questioned me. "She's my wife." I exhaled deeply to let out my dissatisfaction with the situation. "What? How could she have kept from me such a major truth?" Mom appeared surprised to learn the truth. "The reason she didn't tell you about this is because I divorced her a few months ago; she didn't tell you about it." I don't want my mom to be frustrated with Sara for hiding the
Sara POV "What are you doing, Aron?" I was shocked to see him punching Neil so viciously. "Please stop it." By grabbing his hand in the air, I stopped him from striking Neil. "Sara, you know nothing about him; he is a bastard." His eyes turned red, and the veins in his forehead tightened with anger. "Aron, you have no right to interfere in my life anymore." Upon hearing my words, Aron's grip on Neil's shirt relaxed. "What? Don't you love me anymore?" His eyes looked at me with complaint. What should I tell him now? My heart beats only for him, but I find it difficult to forgive what he did to me. He and Jerry were stabbing me. I never thought he would go to such lengths just to frighten Neil. Neil had been begging me to marry him so that we could start over, but when I saw Aron, all the barriers I had built around my heart came down. I was so overcome with love that I felt weak in his presence. The moment I saw him, I wanted to hug him, but he wasn't the only one who came; Jerr
Aron POV "No, he can't lie to me. I don't think he will cheat me in this way." When I told Sara about Neil, she refused to believe me. In the absence of evidence, I can not make her believe in me. He played very shrewdly, using everything against me to put on a good face for her. I'm considering disclosing his mafia ties and role in drug trafficking, but he's already shown her a video in which I threatened him. I will thus have to quietly observe his devious actions until I learn why he wants to marry Sara. He never loved Sara and also had an affair with that blonde woman, so I don't understand exactly what's going on here. I have to first quiet my thoughts to think clearly since my mind gets confused. I excused myself and walked towards the garden. I had a lot of things to share with Sara, but she was eager to chat with Jerry and my mother, so I left them to talk to her and went around this enormous villa. This villa cost billions, and now Sara Grace has also become a billionaire