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Yesterday’s laughter with Lena felt like a distant memory as I refocused on why I had come back to Anacortes—to bring justice to everything Justin’s mother had taken from me. The sun had barely risen, casting soft light through my window, when I found myself sitting at my desk, sifting through stacks of documents and revisiting old memories. Jack had just informed me that he’d officially filed the lawsuit against Wilma for her illegal usage of assets, particularly those belonging to Justin and me as conjugal property.The prospect of standing up against Wilma was daunting, to say the least. I’d seen her power, her influence, the way she used people and assets without a second thought. But I knew this was something I couldn’t avoid. Sitting back and letting her rewrite the truth of Justin’s legacy wasn’t an option, not anymore.I barely had time to finish my coffee before my phone rang and saw that it was Jack who called, his voice calm yet urgent on the other end of the line. “Good
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The days following the filing of the lawsuit against Wilma passed in a blur of legal discussions and quiet reflection. But amid the whirlwind, I couldn’t shake the nagging thought of grandma, whom was the only person that showed me true kindness during my time at the Montefalco household. She had been a surrogate grandmother to me, offering warmth and wisdom when everything else in that home felt cold and transactional. When I learned about her being left at the retirement home like she was of no use to Wilma anymore, my heart broke and there has not been a day that I didn’t worry what could her condition be like even now as I thought about her.It made me want to look after her but I know it wouldn’t even be easy especially while Wilma was still around to hamper me.I found myself sitting in Jack’s office one afternoon, the faint hum of his coffee machine filling the silence. He was scanning a document, his brow furrowed in concentration. I hesitated for a moment before finally voic
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My visit to Madam Victoria had left an ache in my heart, but it had also reignited a fire within me. Seeing her fragile frame and hearing her faint voice as she recognized me had solidified my resolve. Wilma might have left her to languish in that retirement facility, but I would make sure she was cared for and loved.Sitting in Jack’s office once again, I found my mind racing with the events of the past few days.Jack sat across from me, his desk cluttered with papers and files. He sipped his coffee as he skimmed through another document, his usual sharp focus evident. I took a deep breath, deciding it was time to voice the next part of my plan.“Jack,” I began, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions withi
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The morning sunlight streamed through my bedroom window, coaxing me awake. I stretched lazily, savoring the rare feeling of calm. It had been a whirlwind of emotions lately—lawsuits, visits to grandma, and planning for her custody. Yet today, something felt lighter, almost hopeful. As I reached for my phone, the familiar chime of an incoming video call made me smile. The caller ID lit up with William’s name, and my heart warmed at the thought of hearing Lucas’s cheerful voice. I propped the phone against a pillow and swiped to answer. The screen filled with the excited face of my little boy, Lucas. His brown eyes sparkled as he waved enthusiastically. “Mommy!” Lucas’s voice was full of joy, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Good morning, sweetheart! How’s my big boy doing today?” “I’m super happy!” he exclaimed. “Daddy William said we’re going to the park today!” His excitement was infectious, and I found myself grinning from ear to ear. “That’s wonderful, Lucas! You’re goi
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The following day, I asked William if I could tag along to this business appointment and I was glad that he actually told me he was really planning to bring me along. For a moment, I just wanted to have a breather while I was in Anacortes gearing up before the first hearing against Wilma begins next month. It’ll be in almost a week from now so the tension was just growing as each day passess by.And when the morning arrived with a crispness in the air that seemed to carry the promise of something new. William had had me to accompany him on this business appointment he had, and though he’d kept the details vague, I was looking forward to the day. As I sipped my morning coffee, I glanced at William, who was checking some documents at the table. His focus was admirable, and I couldn’t help but admire how driven he was. “Are you going to keep me guessing all day, or will you finally tell me where we’re going?” I asked, a teasing smile on my face. “You’ll find out soon enough,” he r
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After a few days, a new day began and so our last day in Seattle, the morning with the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the curtains was making me want to stay longer in bed. And as I stretched lazily, still basking in the warmth of the previous evening. William’s surprise dinner and our time together visiting stores and places around Seattle had left me with a renewed sense of joy, but as I sat up in bed, reality started to creep back in.There was so much left unresolved in Anacortes. Wilma’s pending response to the lawsuit, the custody battle for Grandma, and my desire to protect Lucas and secure a stable future—it all loomed over me like a heavy fog.Still, today wasn’t about those challenges, at least not entirely. I had promised William that I’d accompan
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“Now all of my ingredients are here, so time for me to bake this quick.” I uttered while putting my hands to begin my preparation.It was a quiet, sunlit morning in the kitchen when I decided to bake cookies for Grandma. The house was still, save for the faint hum of birds chirping outside and the occasional creak of the wooden floors beneath my feet. It had been too long since I’d last brought her something personal, and I wanted to make these cookies extra special. I pulled out flour, sugar, chocolate chips, and vanilla extract from the pantry, carefully arranging them on the counter. Baking wasn’t exactly my forte, but I was determined to give it my best shot. Grandma had always loved the cookies I’d brought her from that little bakeshop near my place in Vancouver. She would light up, her eyes twinkling as she savored the sweetness, thanking me for thinking of her. Today, I wanted to see that same joy in her eyes—but this time, it would come from something I made myself. As
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"Margarette," he called, tilting his head, "your face is all red. Are you feeling alright?"William was situated by the counter when his eyes suddenly narrowed, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.Startled, I quickly turned away, pretending to busy myself with the now-clean mixing bowls. "I’m fine," I replied hastily, my voice betraying my flustered state. "It’s just...warm in here.""Warm?" His deep chuckle resonated in the room as he walked closer. "You’ve been blushing since we baked those cookies. Are you sure it’s not something else?"I turned to glare at him, crossing my ar
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Dawn came in silver slivers through the cracks in the window. I hadn’t slept—not really. My mind was too loud, looping the footage over and over like a broken reel.Leon sat across from me at the table, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Neither of us had said much since the footage. We didn’t need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didn’t leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.“How long do you think he’s known I survived?” I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didn’t look away from his mug. “Long enough to start covering his tracks. But he didn’t expect the locket to resurface.”My hand instinctively reached for it. The locket was warm now, like it had absorbed my grief and fury. Inside was a picture of my mother and me—her arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadn’t even remembered until last night.“He killed her,” I whispered. “He killed my father. For what? A project?”“Not just a project,”
