Money and more money

Marco’s Pov

I dialed her number over and over again, but it kept going to voicemail. I sent her a couple of texts too, to confirm if she was indeed the one I’d seen and not someone who looked like her.

I didn’t remember her having a sister, perhaps she had a cousin with an uncanny resemblance, or was she kidnapped? That would be a logical reason as to why another man would be with her.

As I brought up all the theories, something kept telling me to face reality and stop being delusional, if only the voice in my head knew that it wasn’t that simple.

It wasn’t Black and White. I had invested so much in my relationship with Jessica, to be treated like a complete fool.

“Fuck, Marco, you dumb piece of shit, this is your fucking karma.” I whisper-yelled. I wasn’t about to let myself get kicked out of the hotel.

What the bloody hell was going on with Jessica?

Had she really taken my baby to another man's house? I froze as a chilling thought occurred to me.

"Was the baby