“I don't think Theodore is your guy, James. It just rubs me the wrong way.”“I hear you, Marie but appearances can be deceiving. Very. I can't tell you how many times I've seen the guy everyone thinks is the bad guy end up as the good guy and the so-called good guy turns out to be the bad one.”“I know but still...” She said, pouring orange juice into James’s glass and then hers. After dinner, Rick had gone to bed and she was in the living room with James, going over the papers Cadence had given her.“Alright. But can you do me a favor? Before confronting Theodore with this, can you look into it on your own?”“Are you convinced about this guy?” James asked after regarding her shrewdly for a while. Because of how chummy James often was, sometimes she forgot the guy was actually a cop.“I'm not certain. I just feel Theodore wouldn't do this.”“Okay Marie, I'd look into it.” He said to which Marie let out an excited squeal.“Now, I need your advice on this matter James because it's eati
“Hey, babe. What's wrong?” Marie's warm voice settled in his chest like the balm he needed to get through this nightmare.“I…I need a drink.” He said, standing abruptly and heading to the kitchen to pour himself one. James hovered around in the doorway, his eyebrows lined with concern.They both looked beside themselves with worry for him. He looked away from them and ran a hand through his hair. He wasn't ready to talk about it yet. Right now, he just craved the warm comfort of his bed.He downed his glass in one gulp and headed towards the elevator with Marie hot on his trail.Once she got off the elevator, she turned to glare at him, her arms crossed over her chest.“What?” He asked in a more gruffer tone than intended.“What do you mean ‘what’?” She said, waving her arms around her.“I’ve been worried sick about you. I nearly lost my mind when you didn't call. Is William okay?” She added the last part in a much softer tone, her eyes searching his face for any sign of trouble.Oh M
“So I got the call from Redwood. You were with me when it came in, Marie. The voice on the other end said my dad had been involved in an accident. Dutiful son that I am, I hop on my company's private jet, burn aviation fuel and begin the five hour trip to Oakland. I arrive at Oakland, and call the number back because after running to Redwood hospital and running through various halls, there’s no William King in any of the ER.”Marie turned to face him then, a question on her lips. Then as if remembering her promise, she cupped her mouth and nodded for him to continue.“Anyway, I call this number back and I hear my dad is back home. I think oh, thank God. He’s probably not too hurt and is recuperating. I race over to the address. I think the first thing that should have shown me things were off was the fact that I was directed to a hotel. Devoted son I am, I went anyway, my heart slamming in my chest. When I get to the lobby, do you know what I found?”Marie, whose eyes were now widen
“I don't know, Marie. He just said it's high time I know the truth. He gave no other context than that.”“The truth about what?” Marie asked in what she hoped was a neutral voice. Had Alden decided to go ahead with telling Steven about her relationship with him even though she had expressly forbade him from doing so?Why was it that everytime she’d decide to tell him, something like this happened?“Marie. I just told you, I don't know what he means. Now, stop fidgeting. I don't even know why you begged to come along.” Steven said, casting her a sidelong glance. She schooled her features into what she hoped was an uninterested look. If Steven found out, would he forgive her? Would he cast her out of his life? She hadn't even been to her house in ages. Maybe she shouldn't have begged to come along. Maybe she should have just packed her things and hightailed it all the way home before he got back from the meeting. She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans before looking outside the window.
After what felt like several hours later, Steven knocked on the car window. Her eyes remained glued to his face as she unlocked the car and waited for him to speak.Steven King said nothing throughout the ride home, making Marie more miserable with each passing second.Had Alden told him everything? Did he know the whole truth yet? Would he ever forgive her? Sweat beaded her forehead as she stole furtive glances at him. He appeared to be deep in thoughts. He had one hand on the steering wheel and another cupping his mouth. She ached to break the silence between them but was unsure what to say. Maybe there was no need to jump into conclusions. She meant to ask him about what Alden had said, but what came out of her mouth instead was,“We’re going to be late for work.”He nodded but said nothing else. What was with the silence? Was he biding time, waiting for her to confess?“Are you mad at me, Steven?” She asked in a pitiful voice that had Steven glancing at her face in surprise.“Mad
“Theodore. Hello. How good to see you.” She said in a chirpy voice that sounded off even to her ears.“Marie, my dear. It's been a minute. How are you?” Theodore asked in the same cheerful, fatherly voice he had always used with her.“Great. Were you heading out?” Marie asked“I skipped breakfast. I was heading out for an early lunch, my dear. Gotta maintain the one great pack.” He said, chuckling while tapping his belly. Marie laughed along.“Oh. Okay.”“ Do you want to come along? I much prefer a little cafe around the corner. It's quiet this time of the day.” Theodore offered.“Yes please.” Marie said, texting Steven she'd be taking her lunch break early. Poor Theodore. The man had no idea that he was being investigated her by his company and was probably at the risk of being dismissed if she didn't find out the truth fast enough.Okay. Please, I'd like a sandwich. Rick wants grilled cheese, BTW.Theodore noticed her smiling at her phone and said,“I assume that was Steven?”“Yes,
“Is it time to go home yet?” Rick asked for the umpteenth time as Marie noticed another incoming email from the same strange address. She had a strong clue it was Steven but she had popped into his office and he had been wearing the same stern expression he had before she left and hadn't even been close to his laptop.The reply read,Dear Marie, while I can appreciate that you're a “respectable married woman”, I will not be rescinding my offer. Think about it again and let me know what you decide.Signed: I feel hurt you’re not even trying to guess who I am. Try!Did she really have the time for this? She replied,Though my husband is a pig-headed dolt and has recently gotten on my last nerve, please know that I will never consider leaving him even for a second to spend a weekend with some strange guy.After hitting the send button, she closed the tab and focused on her work for the rest of the day. By 5PM, Rick was beside himself with excitement at the prospect of going home as thoug
Steven cackled as Marie's frantic voice trailed him.“Steven, do not look at my phone. Give it here. And, stop making me chase you!”“If you want it, come and get it, baby.” He said, waving it in the air and laughing when she failed to catch up with him.She stopped, panting as she ducked her head between her laps.“Babe. You're so unfit. You're joining me to exercise henceforth.”“You’ll have to tie and gag me to ever see me in that room of doom.” She said, snatching her phone out of his arm.“ Room of doom? How dramatic you are, my lady.”“It's true, though.”His arms slid down to her waist as he drew her into an embrace.How on earth had her ever thought he’d be able to live without this closeness between them?“What?” She asked, her jutted lips tempting him sorely. He knew they had to get to dinner but what he really wanted to taste first was the sweetness of her lips.“Steven,” She half grumbled before melting in his arms. Reluctantly, Steven pulled his mouth away from hers and s
“What?” Steven asked in a voice so phony that everyone turned to stare at him.“Is that blood, uncle Steve? It is. There's blood on your shirt.”“Shhhhh, buddy. Don't make a big deal about it. I cut myself.”“You did? Cool! Let me see.” Rick exclaimed, as though he was being given front row tickets to a fun show.“Richard! Get back to class!”“But granny…”“Now!” Amelia boomed as a disgruntled Rick turned in his heel and headed towards the stairs, waving to Steven as he went.“You may want to get that cleaned up before leaving.” Alden said to him as he wheeled himself into his room.“Hand it to me.” Amelia said.“Oh? I didn't actually cut myself.”“I know. I’m not stupid. Alden keeps sneaking off in his wheelchair and I've seen some funny looking characters hanging around. I don't want to know what all this is about but I hope you're both not being stupid. And he's finally getting the exercise ”“Ah.” Steven replied as he took off his shirt and handed it to Amelia. He walked with Stev
Maybe it was the fact that the guy was a psychopath who had put his wife in a coma or the fact that he had such a punchable face but Steven didn't stop until Smith stopped laughing and started to cough.“Oh, I could go on for hours. I'm only just getting started.”“Kill me, please. I’d love to see how you get the answers you want.” Smith saidSteven snarled as he shook his knuckles.“Oh, make no mistake, Smith. You are going to die. You're going to pay for what you did to Cadence. I’ll make sure about that even if it's the last thing I do.”“I keep telling your stupid old man. I didn't kill Cadence Steele.”“The same way you didn't run my wife over?”“Exactly. I mean I know about it, make no mistake. But I neither authorized nor did it.”“You know what Smith, you're full of crap and I'm tired of doing this with you, so start talking. There's no use stalling too because you're not getting out of this till I'm satisfied.”“Look, I know you think I'm the one you’re looking for but I'm no
“What do you mean?”“I mean I've never seen you so affected by anything, Alden. Not even when your own son got into an accident.”Alden’s eyes hardened as he grunted.“That wasn't an accident. It was a stupid decision made by someone who should have known better.”Steven fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Alden would say that about his father. Alden had never cut him any slack.“Right, but you're deflecting the question. Why do you act like she means so much to you? What's this about?”“The only person that can give you the answers you want us is your wife, Steven.”What did that mean? Was there something about Alden and Marie he didn't know?“I don't understand what you mean, Alden.”“Are you ready to leave now?” Alden asked, pushing his chair backwards as he averted his eyes from Steven. Steven sighed and walked ahead of his grandfather. It was funny that Alden would rather die than let Steven touch his wheelchair while he allowed Amelia to help him all the time. He also kn
“Where are you?”“Hello to you too, Alden.” Steven said as he honked at the driver in front of him. Did people drive with their brains turned off these days?“I'm at your house and Dr. Terence tells me you’re not here.” The accusation in his tone spoke volumes but Steven chose to ignore it.“If you’d let me know you were coming over, perhaps I may have been ready to receive you.” Steven answered in a cool tone.“When you asked for this leave, you did say it was so you could remain at your wife's side, not gallivant around town.”“What do you want, Alden?”“No, listen to me young man. You're the one who’ll get down here fast if you want to hear what I have to say.” He answered before hanging up the phone. Steven exhaled as he massaged his temple. The last thing he wanted was Alden sticking his nose into how he was caring for Marie. Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the house and headed to the room where Marie was. Alden was in conversation with Dr. Terrence and didn't notice at firs
Dr. Terrence met him outside Marie's room and was about to say something but Steven held up his hand to forestall any comment.“I need everyone to leave for a few moments.”“Okay, Mr.King but if I may…”“Now, please.” Steven repeated as frazzled nurses began filing out of the room. He wasn't sure if he could stomach any more bad news so whatever Dr. Terrence had to say would have to wait.Dr. Terrence nodded and exited the room. Steven looked down at Marie and smiled at her. Even in a coma, her beauty took his breath away.He let out a long sigh and sat beside her bed before taking her hand in his.“You know, for the past few weeks, Marie. I’ve been mad at myself. Thinking about where I went wrong and how I could have failed you so much.”He squeezed her hand and checked to see if there was any reaction on her face. Her eyes remained blank and unfocused as they had been.“I’ve been mad at myself for letting you go through so much pain. For the fact that you're stuck somewhere between
Steven's mind whirled with thoughts as he heard the sound of Zed Norton's car backing out of his driveway.He ran a hand through his hair as he thought about what had transpired between Sandra and him. How on earth was he going to explain this to Marie when she came out of the coma? He could just imagine the look on his face.“You know when you were stuck in a coma fighting for your life? Yeah well, I slept with your best friend. And I don't even remember doing it.”He let out another curse and Sarah tossed him a concerned glance. He let out a sigh and plunked into the chair.“Any special orders for lunch, Sir? The chef wants to know…” She askedThe thought of having any food right now made him want to puke. Whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was Cadence lying in a pool of her own blood.“I'm not hungry, Sarah. I’ll head out and probably eat something.”“Okay, Sir. Do I make any provisions for Ms.Rakes?”“No, Ms. Rakes wouldn't be returning anymore.” Steven replied as she
“What are you doing?” Steven whispered as he jerked away from Sandra. His head was reeling from pain. Had she really kissed him?“Sorry. I don't know what happened…You looked so sad and I wasn't thinking.” She said as she abruptly got on her feet and cleared her plate. She grabbed the glass and was about to take the bottle of wine with her when Steven dragged it from her.“You can't drink the whole bottle, Steven.” She said in a quiet voice.“Get out.” He said, in a voice harsher than he intended. She glared at him for some seconds before wilting and walking out of the room.He took a swig of the bottle and sighed. Did she deserve such hostility from him for a mistake? She had only been trying to help him after all. It seemed all he was capable of these days was messing up on a grand scale. His actions kept hurting the people he called friends and family even when he didn't intend for them too. Tomorrow, he'd apologize for being bitchy to her. For now, he had only one thing on his min
“Thank you for calling me. I’ll drive him home. The last couple of weeks have been very hard with his wife being in a coma, you know.”Steven could hear Sandra talking to someone. He tried to remember calling her. Had he done that himself or had Tony called her? What time was it? She was looking at him now with something akin to disappointment on her face. Well, he didn't bloody care.“Come on, let's get you home.” She said, as she tried to help him to his feet. Steven chuckled as the both fell back on the leather seat. What was she thinking? That her tiny body could support his weight?“Is something funny, Steven King? You should be ashamed of yourself. You’re drunk. No one's been able to reach you all afternoon. James and Joanna left after breakfast and have been trying to get across to you. Your cell was switched off. And then I get a call that you're wasted in a bar!”“Arghhh. Stop talking in my face.” He mumbled. Her voice was beginning to give him a headache. He wasn't that drun
After Steven got off the call with the 911 operator, he thought about what to do next. He couldn't go home to Marie in this state, knowing that her suffering was caused by him. Nor was he in the mood to face either James or Joanna. He couldn't go to Alden's as that meant endless lectures he wasn't ready for. He knew the only thing likely to get him through the next couple of hours. He turned off his cell phone and drove off. Thirty minutes later, he parked outside Ziggler’s. The tiny, nondescript bar was exactly as he remembered it. He hesitated for a minute before heading in. He had promised James that he wasn't ever coming back here and for over ten years he had kept that promise. But there was no turning back now. A woman was dead because of him, another was in a coma fighting for her life. He needed this, if only for a few minutes. He opened the door, alighted and walked in before he could lose courage. Inside the tiny bar was exactly as he remembered it. How long since he had sat