Joelle paused for a moment, then retreated to her bedroom, securing the door behind her. In Rebeccaâs room, Adrian carefully laid the unconscious woman on the bed, tucking her in with a blanket. As he turned to leave, Rebeccaâs cries filled the room, echoing through her sleep.
âDad, donât leave me! Iâm so scared!â Her voice was laced with fear. Adrianâs face clouded with concern as he stood frozen by her side.
Memories of the past couldnât help but resurface. Rebeccaâs father had been a guardian to him since his earliest days, serving not only as a caretaker but also as his fatherâs loyal aide. Following his fatherâs death, Rebeccaâs father had kept his memory alive, sharing stories that bridged the gap between past and present. It was Rebeccaâs father who had introduced Adrian to his eldest son, forging a close bond between them.
When tragedy struck, claiming the lives of Rebeccaâs father and brother, Adrian had taken her and her other brother, Erick, into his home. At the gravesite, he had vowed to look after them both for the rest of his days.
Leaving Rebeccaâs room, Adrian found Joelle absent from her usual spot. He tried her bedroom door, but it was locked from the inside. Deciding against trying to coax her out, he headed to the guest bedroom instead.
Later that night, a call from Michael jolted Adrian awake. âAdrian, Iâve interrogated those two kidnappers. They noticed Joelle was alone and saw an opportunity.â Sitting in the dim light, cigarette in hand, Adrian spread his legs wide, his expression grave.
âI just need to know if that man did anything to Joelle.â Michaelâs response came with deliberate caution. âThe woman claims he did, but the man denies it. They werenât in the same room at the time.â
After a moment of silence, Michael attempted to offer some reassurance. âDonât overthink it. The woman might not fully understand the situation.â
Adrianâs face was stoic, his gaze piercing. âIf you were in his position, would you confess?â
Michael grasped the gravity of Adrianâs doubt but had no certainties about what had transpired with Joelle. âAdrian, you arrived in time, right?â
âWhen I got there, Joelle was completely undressed!â Adrian said sharply. Michael was left speechless.
Adrian massaged his temples, exhaling deeply. After a brief pause, he said wearily, âSend those two to the police. Letâs not discuss this again.â
âWhat about Joelle?â Michael asked, his voice tense. âAdrian, can you live with this? If not, donât force yourself. It wouldnât be fair to either of you. Joelle would also be distressed.â
âIâll act as if nothing happened,â Adrian declared, his grip tightening on his phone, the light catching the gleam of his wedding ring. âIâm responsible for this.â If he hadnât left Joelle alone, this wouldnât have happened.
The next morning, the stir outside awakened Joelle. Leah rushed in, her voice filled with excitement. âMr. Miller has asked Rebecca to move out! Sheâs going to the hospital!â
Joelle turned over in bed, unimpressed by the news. âSo what? Adrianâs still footing the hospital bills, right? Howâs that different from here?â
Leah paused, considering this, then nodded. âTrue, but at least you wonât have to see her around. Now itâll just be you and Mr. Miller.â
Joelle scoffed, a bitter chuckle escaping her. âLeah, have you forgotten? In the three years, how many times has he actually stayed here? Even with Rebecca gone, whoâs to say Adrian will come back?â
Leahâs optimism didnât waver. âI think he will. He seems to care a lot about you lately.â
Joelle scoffed inwardly. She knew Adrian only wanted her to have a child with him.
âLeah, Iâm going to sleep some more. You can go on with your day.â
âAlright.â
After Leah departed, Rebecca knocked. Joelle, annoyed, dragged herself to the door. âWhat? Youâre leaving and you expect me to see you off?â
Rebecca stood there, dressed in a white dress with a square neckline that hung loosely on her thin frame, threatening to slip with any sudden movement.
With a soft smile, Rebecca said, âJoelle, I came to say goodbye and to thank you for all your care during this time.â
Joelle had to admit, when it came to feigning ignorance, Rebecca was a master. She couldnât have kept up such a facade if their roles were reversed. She respected Rebecca for that.
âRebecca, since itâs just us, letâs cut the act and be frank. You want my place, but youâre not qualified. Even if I handed it to you, you wouldnât measure up.â
Rebeccaâs posture faltered slightly, though her naive smile remained intact. âThatâs fine. As long as I have Adieâs love, Iâm content.â
Joelle surveyed her from head to toe. âThen I wish you both a life cloaked in secrecy, always lurking in the shadows.â
Rebeccaâs smile broadened. âAnd I wish you a perfect marriage, Joelle.â
Perfect, indeed. Rebecca was acutely aware of the strains in Joelle and Adrianâs marriage over the past three years, with Adrian seldom at home. What perfection was there to mention? Her words seemed a taunt, mocking Joelleâs failure to captivate her husbandâs heart.
Yet, Joelle remained composed. âThen Iâll thank you on Adrianâs behalf for your kind wishes.â
As Rebecca turned to leave, the sweetness in her smile dissolved, giving way to a more calculated, chilly demeanor.
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