Chapter Fifty-Eight – Strange call.
Ken shot him a glare. His wife doesn’t show him the signs he needed. She doesn’t love him? “Then, is she a gold digger?”
“What? Where did that come from? How could you ask me that to my face?” Damien was bewildered.
A poker face came on Ken’s usually expressionless face. “But you just said she’s not romantically interested in you. Then why else did she marry you? Isn’t it for your money?”
Damien caught on on what Ken meant, still he was annoyed that he quickly came to that conclusion. “You don’t like her, do you? Your every word about her is demeaning.”
“I don’t know her still I’ve never heard her call you at the office asking how you were, or make snacks for your workers or visit here. She’s really not interested in you.”
All his arguments made sense so all Damien could respond with was “I married her.”
Ken interpreted the words as “I’d remain with her whether it’s disadvantageous or not.”
He bow his head, disappointed at how low his best friend had sunken for a strange woman. The last time he saw him this low was at middle school and there was a good excuse for it.
“I hate one-sided love. I hate it more when my friends are the victims. I won’t tell you what to do in your marriages but I’d like you not to involve me in it.” Ken said, his eyes held no expression.
That was the end of the matter. The last time he’d be able to discuss Arya freely with Ken. Damien knew for sure.
Of all the things he loved that he could gush about with his best friend, Arya wouldn’t be one of them. Maybe till he could prove to Ken that Arya does love him? That’d take a while.
“I’m sorry to spoil your day with my problems. I’d be heading home to prepare for the lunch I’d be having.” Damien said before walking out the door. Ken gave no reply.
(At the Stark’s Apartment)
Aunt Jenna was looking through old pictures of she and her sister. On each picture which had Anna’s and Arya’s mother, there was a red mark on her face.
The mark had been there for a long time, long before the lady was confirmed dead.
“I can’t believe I’d look at this pictures with pride and relief. I always hated looking at them and knowing you’re alive even if I covered your face.” She smiled.
Her phone beeped and she looked at it. It was a message from her daughter. A picture of her first day at work and her office.
Aunt Jenna’s smile widened. “Also, my precious daughter would soon climb higher than your daughters’ in status.”
Her brain reminded her that Arya was literally the wife of a billionaire and her hands clenched.
“That wasn’t how it should happened. She was sold there but somehow earned their favor.” Her teeth gritted and she rained insults on Arya.
“I’ve always known she was a whore. She went there and seduced him. Now, in a way, my Lucy’s job is in her hands.”
Based on Aunt Jenna’s calculations, if Arya should decide that Lucy becomes once again unemployed, all she had to do was make her husband find fault in Lucy.
“But again, the marriage between she and that Sir Damien hadn’t reached the public yet. Maybe he’s ashamed of her.” A smirk crawled to the woman’s face. “He is ashamed of her!”
Another beep came to get phone and she put down the picture book she had on her thighs. The new message was mysterious from a strange number. “What is this?”
‘We both hate the same little wench. Tell me, how did you switch off the mother wench.’
Jenna fell back, landing on her bed. Who could have sent her such a message? And how did… how did the person know?
She grabbed her phone and dialed the line but it didn’t even go through. Her hands trembled and the phone fell.
How could someone know? What could have outed her? Who was this person and what did they want?
She looked down at her phone and reread the message.
The little wench in question would be either one of her nieces, Arya or Anna. Most likely Arya. No one would call Anna a little wench, she was more capable than that.
“Should I reply this person?” She pondered. Wouldn’t it mean that she agreed with the statement?
Should she ask who it was that texted? Then wouldn’t she look foolish when she finally works with the person?
“But I am not interested in switching Arya off, yet. Right now, her relationship with Sir Damien is beneficial to my daughter. In that light…”
She picked up her phone and replied. “Excuse me, who is this? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Her eyes were glued to her phone expecting a reply that could change her mind but none came forward. Was it over? Did the person who texted believe her?
Whoever they were, she’d like them switched off as well. Her secret being in the open was almost suffocating to her. What would everyone do when they hear about it?
She couldn’t even imagine.
Another message came again. ‘I have autopsy proof. Autopsy you tried falsifying with a one night stand.’
Her heart went to her throat. What in the world was this? The evidence lived? She should have offed that Chinese doctor as well that year. She thought a one night stand would cut it.
“Could it be that Doctor texting me now?” Jenna wondered again. She began sprinting back and forth in the room.
The front door opened signaling Mr. Stark was home. She froze and rushed to get phone, deleting the messages.
“I have to think really hard about this. I don’t want to off anyone right now but it seems I’d have to play along to this strange number or my past will be dug out.” She mumbled.
“Jenna, I’m home!” she heard Mr. Stark yelled out.
Jenna shook her head, hoping her distressed look would go away. She yelled back. “Oh, honey! Welcome!”