Detective Stone looked at him with a serious expression. "We're still investigating, sir," he said. "But we have reason to believe that it was someone close to you, someone who knew you well enough to plan this."Andrew sat down heavily in his chair, his mind reeling from Detective Stone's words. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to the detective. "You care for some?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the pain."No, sir, I'm fine," Detective Stone replied, his voice gentle. "But you need to calm down so we can figure this out."Andrew chuckled bitterly as he lit his cigarette with practiced ease. "Calm down? I had an accident that almost took my life not up to a day after I got married. It's been months and you're still trying to find who is responsible."Detective Stone nodded sympathetically. "I understand, sir, but...""You do not understand," Andrew interrupted, his voice rising in anger. "I mourned Catherine for three years and
Andrew took a drag from his cigarette before standing up from his chair and walking over to the window. Lila watched as he stood up, his cigarette smoke lingering in the air around him. She could tell from the determined set of his jaw that he had something in mind - something that made her both curious and a little uneasy."What do you plan on doing?" Lila asked, her eyes following Andrew's movements as he walked towards the window."I have my ways," Andrew replied cryptically, his gaze fixed on the cityscape outside.Lila raised an eyebrow. "Is it what I'm thinking?"Andrew turned to face her, his expression inscrutable. "They still have some debts they owe me, so this little favor won't kill."Lila frowned, a sense of foreboding settling over her. "I suggest you wait for the detective, though," she said.Andrew didn't respond as he continued to blow smoke out the window. Suddenly, his phone vibrated on the table. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Tony."Hello boss, na
Amelia didn't say a word to Andrew as he drove them to the hospital, the tension between them palpable. She simply turned her face away, looking out the window as the world outside blurred past her.Before she knew it, they had arrived at the hospital, and Andrew pulled over. He got out of the car and Amelia followed behind him, still not saying anything. As they walked towards the entrance, Amelia's heart was pounding in her chest.Tony spotted them and walked over. "Boss," he said, "the doctor just told me not quite long that she's stable now."Andrew nodded, relieved. "Thanks," he said, before walking up to the front desk."I'm here for Nanny Grace," he told the nurse there.The nurse looked up at him and smiled. "Mr Reynolds," she said, "please follow me."Andrew looked back at Amelia as she walked behind him, her expression unreadable. The nurse directed Andrew and Amelia into Nanny Grace's ward and opened the door for them. "Here ma'am, here sir." She said as they walked in.N
Andrew sat hunched over his desk, pouring over a stack of documents that seemed to grow taller with each passing hour. He had been going through them for hours, trying to stay focused.It had been two weeks since Nanny Grace's discharge from the hospital.As he sifted through the pages, lost in thought, the door to his study creaked open. He looked up to see Nanny Grace standing in the doorway, a small cake balanced in her arms. Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door, and before he could even respond, Nanny Grace and Lila burst into the room, holding a small cake and singing "Happy Birthday." Andrew couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm, despite feeling a bit overwhelmed by their sudden intrusion.As Nanny Grace set the cake down on his desk, she looked at him with concern. "You've been cooped up in here all night," she said. "Why not take a break and come outside for a bit?"Andrew shook his head. "I'm fine, Nana. I just have a lot of work to do."Nanny Grace walked over to h
He reached out to touch her face, but pulled back at the last moment. "Is that why you slept with him?"Amelia's eyes widened in shock, she pulled away from Andrew and said. "I didn't sleep with Henry!""I didn't sleep with Henry," she repeated, her voice trembling."But Andrew only seemed to grow more agitated. "It's easy for you to say," he spat, standing up and adjusting himself. "But I don't believe you.""You're the first man I've slept with," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And you know this, but you keep insisting I had something to do with Henry."Andrew's eyes blazed with fury. "All of you are just the same," he said, his voice rising. "You're all cheats, every last one of you."Amelia felt her own anger stir at this. "Just because Catherine cheated on you doesn't mean every other lady is a cheat," she said, her voice firm.But this only seemed to make Andrew more irate. Without warning, he lashed out, his hand connecting with Amelia's cheek in a sharp slap. Amel
Nanny Grace was taken aback by Amelia's sudden outburst. "What's wrong, dear?" she asked gently.Amelia took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "I'm fine," she said. "I just need to rest."Nanny Grace looked at Amelia skeptically. She knew that something was wrong, but she didn't want to push Amelia too hard."Alright, dear," she said. "Just rest, and if you need anything, I'll be right here."Nanny Grace got up and left the room, closing the door softly behind her. As soon as Nanny Grace left the room, Amelia took a deep breath and stretched her arms, feeling the need to gather herself. She reached for her phone on the bedside table and opened her calendar app. She scrolled through it frantically as if trying to confirm something.Suddenly, she placed her hands on her forehead and muttered, "Shit."Without a second thought, she dialed Perry's number, hoping she would pick up. After two rings and no response, she threw her phone onto the bed and placed her hands on her hea
Amelia's breath caught in her throat, a knot of fear tightening in her stomach. She glanced around the room, aware of the curious gazes of the guests on her.She gently shifted her arm from Andrew's grip, her eyes flickering with defiance. She walked over to the nearest chair and sat down, her eyes locked on Andrew's.He approached her, his expression unreadable. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Good," he murmured, his grip tightening around her shoulders. "You know how to behave."Amelia felt a surge of anger rise in her chest, but she forced it back down. She didn't want to create a scene, not in front of his business associates. She poured herself another glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, relishing the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her veins.Andrew looked at her, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "I thought you don't drink," he said, his tone almost mocking."Not when I have an annoying and controlling husband," she replied, her voi
Henry's eyes widened with frustration. "Amelia just fucking fainted!" he exclaimed, his voice rising with each passing second.Andrew's hands trembled as he dropped his drink, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. "Where is she?" he demanded, his voice urgent.Henry pointed to the bedroom. "In my room," he said, his voice shaking with anxiety. "What the hell is my wife doing in your room?" he demanded."That's not important now," Henry snapped. Andrew wasted no time, rushing into the room and to Amelia's side. His eyes took in her still form, and his heart lurched with fear. As he reached for her, he noticed that the button on her dress had been removed, exposing her cleavage. "What did you do to her?" he demanded, turning to face Henry with anger in his eyes."I did nothing, nothing! She just fainted!" Henry protested, his voice desperate.Andrew's mind was racing, and he knew that they had to act fast. "Call the ambulance right away!" he commanded, his voice firm and unwavering.