Ch. 101..110

Chapter 101

As Evelyn walked back into the house after Derek left, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She barely had time to close the door before Samantha came barreling out of her room with the pure, unfiltered joy that only children can express.

"Mommy!" Samantha squealed, her arms outstretched as she ran straight for Evelyn, practically launching herself into her mother's embrace.

Evelyn caught her mid-stride, lifting her effortlessly and holding her close. She inhaled the familiar scent of her daughter as the warmth of the hug seeped into her bones, easing the tension she hadn't realized she still carried.

Evelyn smiled, her heart swelling as she looked into Samantha's bright, eager blue eyes. "Are you that happy?" she asked, laughing softly.

Samantha nodded enthusiastically, her curls bouncing with every motion. "I'm very happy, Mommy! I love Rek... no, I love my daddy." She corrected herself proudly, her voice filled with certainty as if the mere acknowledgment solidified her newfound bond with Derek.

Evelyn's laughter bubbled up, but there was a softness to it- an echo of the joy that only this moment could bring. She pressed a kiss to Samantha's forehead. "TTM

glad you're happy, sweetheart."

Her voice was thick with emotion, and when she glanced up, she saw Maya standing a few feet away, watching them with an expression that matched Evelyn's own-tender, joyful, and a little bit in awe. "I bet that was a surprise," Evelyn said with a knowing look, her voice gently teasing.

Maya chuckled, her gaze warm as she watched Samantha's happiness radiate through the room. "It was more than a surprise. Pleasantly so," she admitted, her eyes lingering on Samantha. "I always wondered why Sammy was so taken with him. It all makes sense now."

Evelyn smiled softly, but a thread of concern tugged at her heart, winding tight as she thought about the future. The moment was perfect, but the road ahead still seemed uncertain. "We might have to move again soon," she said, her voice quieter as she looked between Maya and Samantha, her daughter still nestled in her arms.

Samantha's bright eyes widened in curiosity. "Are we going to live with my daddy?" Her innocent question, laced with hope, sent a pang through Evelyn's chest.

She hesitated, considering her words carefully. "We might... eventually," Evelyn said slowly, brushing a stray curl from Samantha's face. "But not just yet. For now, we're going to move to a safe place, and when the time is right, your daddy will come live with us. Would you like that?"

Samantha's face lit up, her happiness practically radiating through the room. She bobbed her head eagerly. "Yes! Will he take me to school? Teach me how to ride my bike? And buy me dolls?" she asked in one breath, her excitement bubbling over.

Evelyn and Maya both burst into laughter, the sound light and unburdened. "I'm sure he'd love to do all those things," Evelyn said, her heart swelling at the image of Derek doting on their daughter. "Now," she continued, setting Samantha gently back down on the floor, "why don't you be a good girl and go take your nap? I know you didn't have one today."

Samantha pouted for a moment, then nodded with a grin, skipping off toward her bedroom. Evelyn watched her go, her smile lingering long after Samantha disappeared down the hallway. "I've never seen you look this happy," Maya said; her smile was wide, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

Turning to Maya, Evelyn's voice softened. "Thank you, Maya. For everything." The words were simple, but the gratitude behind them was immense.

Maya smiled, her gaze warm. "I'm not sure I've done anything, but you're welcome," Maya said before walking away to go check on Samantha.

Evelyn stood there for a moment longer, absorbing the stillness that followed. Her heart felt light, almost unrecognizable compared to the weight it had carried just hours ago.

She needed to share this feeling, to voice the excitement that buzzed in her chest. Without hesitation, she walked into her bedroom, picked up her phone, and dialed Rayna's number.

The moment Rayna answered, her voice was full of playful suspicion. "Isn't this like the third time we are talking today? Tell me you're calling to tell me you've told Derek everything. If that's not it, hang up right now."

Evelyn couldn't hold back her laugh. It started as a giggle but quickly spiraled into something joyful and uncontrollable. "RAYNA!" she screeched, tears of happiness pooling in her eyes. Hearing Evelyn's carefree laugh, Rayna grinned, "You told him, didn't you?"

"I love you, Rayna. I love you so much," Evelyn said, her words rushing out in an emotional downpour.

"Thank you. Thank you for making me do this. I don't know why I didn't tell him sooner. I wish I confided in you earlier. You gave me the best advice ever."

Rayna laughed happily on the other end. "Did I? Last I checked, you were asking yourself why you ever listened to me," Rayna said dryly.

"I take that back. I must have been out of my mind to say something like that to my sweetest Ray. My genius.

My drop of golden sun," Evelyn said, her voice still brimming with emotion.

Rayna chuckled. "Alright, alright. I'll let you bask in my brilliance later. Now I want to hear what happened.

Tell me all of it. Do not spare any detail. Wait. Let's switch to a video call. I need to see your face," Rayna said, and before Evelyn could agree or protest, she switched to a video call.

Evelyn brushed away the happy tears in her eyes as she received the video call and a moment later. The moment the video connected, Evelyn found herself smiling even wider, the excitement barely contained as Rayna's face filled Evelyn's screen.

"Now tell me everything," Rayna said, and Evelyn went on to tell her all that had transpired.

She recounted everything, from her initial nerves at finding Derek at her door to the conversation with Derek, the anger, the relief, the understanding. As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, and true to form, Rayna, ever the sympathetic crier, teared up as well.

"I can't believe he was so understanding and didn't get so mad like guys do in movies and novels. Derek is a ten. No. He's a hundred over ten. I love him for you already," Rayna said as she wiped away her tears after Evelyn finished.

Evelyn let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "A hundred over ten is a ten, Ray. But yeah. He's a ten."

"Whatever. You almost let him go, you dummy. I can't believe you were stupidly going to give him up. I feel like slapping you through the phone." Rayna's voice was teasing, but there was an edge of seriousness in her tone.

"I know," Evelyn admitted with a sigh. "But we all can't react to things in the same manner. And you should know that sometimes... when it's your life, it's hard to see clearly, you know?" Rayna nodded, her expression softening. "Yeah. I get that. You're right about that," Rayna conceded.

They shared a quiet moment before Evelyn cleared her throat. "By the way, guess who was at my office today?"

Rayna raised a brow. "Who?"

"Sandra."

Rayna's face twisted into a scowl. "What did that snake want?"

Evelyn laughed, her mood lifting even higher. "You'll never believe it. I guess I also haven't told you that I have been fired," Evelyn said and laughed as Rayna's eyes widened in disbelief. "When? Why? Did that snake have anything to do with it? Are you sure you don't want me to come over?" Rayna asked, and Evelyn smiled.

"Nah. You don't have to. I'm okay," Evelyn assured her.

"Alright. Tell me about the visit. What did she have to say?" Rayna asked, and Evelyn laughed.

"You know what? I recorded the whole conversation.

Why don't I send that to you so you hear it all yourself?" Evelyn suggested.

Rayna's eyes lit up. "Oh, please do. I'm going to need popcorn for this. I'm going to hang up now. Send it over right away. I'll call you when I'm done listening to it," Rayna said and hung up the call. Evelyn giggled as she forwarded the video to Rayna, and a short while later, Rayna called her back.

"That girl must be high on something cheap. I can't believe her nerve! Did she really come to ask you to stay away from Derek when she knows that you know about her and Michael? Why didn't you pull her hair or something? Gosh! Your composure needs to be studied," Rayna said, and Evelyn laughed.

"I can't be bothered by Sandra right now. I'm just really happy that both Derek and Samantha are happy.

I want to focus on a pleasant feeling now. I'll think about Sandra another time," Evelyn said, and Rayna smiled.

"Yeah. You should be happy. You deserve to be happy.

So, you're unemployed now. Want me to give you a job at my bakery?" Rayna offered, and Evelyn laughed out loud.

"Nah. I believe it's time to go back to my Dad's company. Sandra is going to wish she didn't mess with me."

"Amen to that, bitch!" Rayna said happily, and Evelyn laughed.

"I owe you a drink, Ray..."

"A drink? You owe me more than a drink, but we can start with that," Rayna said, and Evelyn laughed.

"Now that I'm jobless, I have time to spare. So, let me know when you are ready to grab a drink," Evelyn said, and Rayna giggled happily.

"I can feel it, Evie. The Evelyn I know is finally coming back," Rayna said happily, and after chatting for a bit, they hung up.

Feeling lighter than she had in years, Evelyn let out a deep sigh as she flopped onto her bed.

For the first time in forever, the crushing weight on her shoulders was gone. She realized now that she had been shouldering burdens that she never really had to shoulder alone, and all she had needed to do was open up.

 

Chapter 102

The moment Derek stepped into his suite, an uncontainable surge of joy overtook him. He flicked his finger in the air, a grin spreading across his face as he moved to the rhythm of the victory beating inside him.

Without thinking, he glided across the floor in a smooth moonwalk, followed by a jubilant Michael Jackson spin, laughing out loud. His laughter echoed in the spacious room, filling every corner with his euphoria. He was on top of the world.

Humming to himself, Derek began stripping off his clothes with the same excitement, eager to freshen up and head out. His shirt was the first to go, followed quickly by his trousers- until something small tumbled out of his pocket and hit the floor with a faint clink.

Derek paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. He stooped to retrieve the object, realizing it was a flash drive. His mind raced-how had it gotten there? Did someone slip it into his pocket? Who? When? A flood of curiosity washed over him. Shrugging, he walked over to his nightstand where his laptop sat and plugged the drive in, impatient to uncover its contents.

Derek's heart skipped a beat as the files loaded on his screen. His breath caught in his throat, and a slow smile crept across his face, growing wider and wider until his cheeks ached from the sheer joy of it. Pictures filled the screen-pictures of Samantha, his daughter. There she was, captured in precious moments frozen in time from birth to infanthood.

Every laugh, every tiny hand reaching out, every peaceful nap-it was all there. It was a treasure trove of memories he'd never seen yet missed.

He lowered himself onto the edge of his bed, all thoughts of meeting Ethan slipping away as he scrolled through the images. Each picture struck a chord deep within him. There she was, his little girl, growing up in front of his eyes, frame by frame. His fingers shook as they hovered over the keyboard, unable to tear himself away from the slideshow of her life.

His heart ached, both in sadness for the time he'd missed and in gratitude for the chance to see these moments now. His vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes, but a soft chuckle escaped him as one particularly goofy picture of baby Samantha popped up. Before he knew it, he was crying, laughing, and smiling all at once, emotions swirling through him like a storm he couldn't control.

He glanced at the time but didn't care about how much of it had passed. There was no rush. With newfound determination, Derek connected his phone to his laptop, transferring the pictures and videos. He needed them close, to carry with him wherever he went, so he could look at them whenever the longing hit. He would make up for the time he lost. He promised himself that.

His phone suddenly rang, pulling him out of the trance he'd been in. Ethan's name flashed on the screen. Realizing how long he had been caught up in the emotional whirlwind, he answered the call hastily.

"Where are you, man?" Ethan's voice asked, a playful impatience coloring his tone.

Derek ran a hand through his hair, already moving off the bed. "Sorry, I'll be there in a bit," he said, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were still wet, but he didn't care. This was joy, not sorrow. He moved quickly, setting his phone aside as he pulled on fresh clothes. Pocketing his phone and grabbing his wallet and car keys, Derek was halfway to the door before he froze. His laptop. The flash drive. He couldn't leave it out, not this- this was too precious, too important.

He hurried back to the bed, pulling the flash drive from the laptop. With a quick glance around the room, he walked over to his closet, sifting through the drawer until he found an old pair of socks. Carefully, he tucked the drive inside the sock and pushed it deep into the drawer. It wasn't much of a hiding spot, but for now, it would do.

Satistied, he rushed out, whistling as he made his way to the car. The drive to the lounge was smooth, and the city lights reflected his mood, bright and alive.

When he arrived, he spotted Ethan already seated at their usual table and waved him over. Derek grinned as he approached, signaling for the waiter. "Bring us the most expensive wine you've got," Derek said, his voice brimming with excitement.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "What's this about? Don't tell me the mystery lady finally said yes," he teased, though a knowing smile tugged at his lips.

Derek let out a laugh, the kind that bubbles up from a place of pure joy. "It's more than that, man. She did more than just agree. I feel like my heart's about to burst from joy!" His voice shook slightly, his eyes bright with unshed tears.

Ethan's curiosity piqued, and he leaned forward.

"What did she do? Come on, tell me."

Derek hesitated, words failing him. Instead, he pulled out his phone and unlocked it, turning the screen toward Ethan. There, in the photo gallery, was Samantha.

Ethan stared at the picture for a moment before looking back at Derek, his eyes wide. "Is this... what I think it is?"

Derek nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Her name is Samantha. She is my daughter."

"Get out of here!" Ethan said, unable to believe it.

Derek laughed, "I know, it's unreal. I still can't wrap my head around it."

"You're not kidding? This really is your daughter? The mystery lady has a daughter for you?" Ethan asked again.

Derek nodded again, tears spilling down his cheeks as he wiped them away with a shaky laugh. "Yes. Evelyn has my daughter. I found out today."

Ethan's face lit up as he clapped Derek on the back. "I can't believe it! You have a daughter? That's incredible, man!"

"If I didn't already know Sam before Evelyn introduced her to me, it would have been weirder. But I already knew and loved the kid before knowing she was related to Evelyn," Derek said, his voice choked with emotion.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in amazement. "You've been spending time with her and didn't even know she was yours?" Ethan asked, and Derek went on to recount all his encounters with Samantha in the past.

Ethan listened, captivated by the tale, and when Derek was done, he shook his head in amazement, "Wow! You both must have a pretty special bond," Ethan said, and Derek nodded.

"Hearing her call me daddy did something to me, man. I can't explain it. It's the best feeling in the world.

Knowing I have a daughter and that her mother is the woman I'm so crazy about... it's like a dream come true. I feel like I could die happy now," Derek said, and Ethan chuckled.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. You've got a lot of living to do, my friend. Who's going to take care of them if you 'die happy'?"

Derek laughed, shaking his head. "I meant it figuratively, you bastard," Derek said, making Ethan chuckle.

The waiter returned with their wine, pouring the rich, red liquid into their glasses. They waited until he had served them and left before continuing.

"So, how did you know she's your daughter? Did Evelyn tell you? Why didn't she tell you about it this whole time?" Ethan asked curiously as he sipped from his wine. Derek told him all that had transpired that day and everything Evelyn had told him.

"Wow!" Ethan said when Derek was done, "It must not have been easy for her to open up to you. She sounds like a very reserved person."

Derek nodded, "She said her friend, Rayna, encouraged her to tell me everything," Derek said and watched as Ethan's smile transformed into a scowl at the mention of Rayna.

"Can you forgive her for my sake? I feel like I owe her one after what she did for me," Derek pleaded.

"Let's focus on celebrating your daughter and resurrected love life," Ethan said, raising his glass in a toast.

"To you, Derek""" Ethan said, his voice softening. "To finding love and to finding your daughter."

Derek clinked his glass against Ethan's, smiling from ear to ear. "Cheers."

 

Chapter 103

Derek walked into the hotel with a spring in his step, the high from the day's events still coursing through him. He pushed through the doors of the lounge, scanning the room before spotting Michael seated at the bar, swirling a glass of dark liquor in his hand.

Michael looked up, and his eyes narrowed when he saw that Derek seemed to be in an excellent mood. He couldn't help but wonder what could have happened to put him in such a good mood, considering what had happened with Sandra and his mother.

"What's up, Mike?" Derek asked as he slid into the seat next to Michael.

"I should be asking you. You look so excited," Michael noted, taking a slow sip from his glass. The suspicion in his voice was hard to miss.

Derek chuckled, "What can I say? Life's good today," he replied, waving the bartender over with a carefree hand. "The usual, please."

Derek was too happy to be upset or irritated by Michael's schemes. He could go back to being wary tomorrow, but for today, he just wanted to bask in his euphoria.

Michael cocked his head to the side, scrutinizing his friend. "Really?"

"Yeah. And I'm happy to see you," Derek said easily, and Michael chuckled.

Michael's frown deepened, the cautious expression never leaving his face. "Well, I'm glad you're happy. I thought you'd be upset considering everything that's been going on," he said, and Derek raised a brow. "Why should I be upset?" He asked as the bartender set down his glass in front of him.

Michael raised a brow, still suspicious. "Well, I'd have thought Evelyn losing her job because of you might bother you. I know you care about her. And you know, the whole... situation with my mom and Sandra." Derek laughed lightly, leaning back in his chair, "Oh, that. Well, I guess it was bound to happen. I try not to stress over things that I can't control. Everything happens for a reason, after all," Derek said dismissively as he took a long, satisfying sip of his Negroni.

Michael nodded in agreement, glad that Derek wasn't making a big deal out of it. "So, did Evelyn tell you anything else?" Michael asked, and Derek raised a brow.

"Anything? Like what?" Derek's voice was casual, but his eyes gleamed with amusement as he took another sip.

Michael hesitated for a moment before lowering his voice. "Well, she told Sandra that she was going to make sure things don't work out between you two and that she would go as far as telling you that Sandra and I are lovers," Michael said, watching Derek carefully for a reaction.

He wanted to know if Evelyn had recorded the conversation with Sandra or said anything to Derek yet.

Derek couldn't help but chuckle. "The Evelyn I know isn't the type to make idle threats or show her cards too soon. She's smarter than that," Derek said, and Michael stiffened, not expecting Derek's nonchalant response.

Michael shifted uncomfortably, his grip tightening around his glass. "The Evelyn you know?" He asked, not liking the sound of that.

"Yes. Aside from whatever personal relationship existed between the both of you, she's a very smart and calculated lady. I'm just saying it as it is. By the way, what was that you mentioned earlier on the phone about Evelyn saying she wants me?" Derek asked, trying not to grin as he said that.

"She told Sandra that she wants you and she was going to get you no matter what. She even told Sandra that she chose to come to interview you so she could seduce you and that neither Sandra nor I could stop her," Michael said, and Derek chuckled.

"That also doesn't sound like something Evelyn would say," Derek said, and Michael's frown deepened. He was irritated now.

"What do you mean by that? Do you think I'm making this up?" He asked in confusion.

Derek let out a soft laugh, enjoying the way Michael's unease grew with every word. "I don't know. Are you?" Derek leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable. "I'm not making this up. Evelyn told Sandra..."

"I'm just saying it doesn't sound like Evelyn. Maybe Sandra's twisting the truth a little. Were you there? Did you hear any of this yourself? Or is it mere hearsay from Sandra?" Derek asked, and Michael frowned.

"Why are you asking me that?" He asked, unable to understand why Derek sounded like he was making fun of him.

"You haven't answered my question," Derek insisted.

Michael's lips pressed into a thin line. "No, but..."

"Then it's all secondhand, isn't it?" Derek interrupted,

"Did you ever wonder why I asked Evelyn to work with me for a month before granting her the interview?

Didn't you think it was an unconventional arrangement?" Derek asked since he knew that Michael was bound to hear from his Mom sooner or later that he was in love with Evelyn. Michael blinked, caught off guard. "What are you talking about?

"I wanted her close, and not just for business reasons. I asked her to do that because I'm really into her. I fell in love with her at first sight. That was the same reason I shared personal stuff with her and took her on that trip. I wanted to get to know her. I wanted her close enough so I could seduce her."

Michael's expression twisted into a scowl. "You're in love with her? How can you say that to me after everything she did to me?"

"That was before I found out about your history with her. I had to let go of her because you're like my little brother, and I care about you," Derek said, slapping Michael's back fondly, "Do you see now why I don't believe the story you just claimed you heard from Sandra? Evelyn didn't come to seduce me. If she wanted to, she would have gotten me without trying, and she knows it," Derek said, wanting to plant a seed of doubt in Michael's heart toward Sandra.

"Maybe she was taking her time. Maybe she wants you now because..."

Derek shook his head, grinning. "I'm over her. I no longer care about her. It is Sandra I'm interested in now."

Michael's eyes lit up at the sound of Sandra's name, his suspicion easing. "Sandra, huh? Well, that's more like it. I knew you had good taste. Well, I just thought I should warn you."

"So, you should ask Sandra to forget about her sister and focus on me now," Derek teased, watching as Michael's tension melted away.

Michael laughed, clearly relieved, "I trust you. I know you won't have anything to do with Evelyn. We are family, after all, and what affects one affects all," Michael said, and Derek nodded.

"Yeah. What affects one affects all," he said, chuckling as he took a sip, savoring the bittersweet taste, knowing the seed of doubt he'd just planted in Michael's mind would fester over time.

The conversation shifted easily to lighter topics - sports, politics, and work. For a moment, everything felt normal. But Derek knew better than to trust the peace. There was always something brewing beneath the surface with Michael, but tonight, Derek wasn't going to worry about it.

After a while, Derek yawned, stretching his arms. "I'm exhausted, man. I'm going to head up."

Michael nodded, standing to leave as well. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

As Michael made his way out of the Hotel, Michael bumped into a young woman entering the hotel. Both of their phones tumbled to the ground in the confusion.

She immediately knelt, grabbed a phone, and handed the other to Michael.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention," she said breathlessly, offering a quick smile.

"No worries""" Michael muttered, pocketing the phone without a second glance. He nodded at the woman before turning to head out, completely unaware that the phone in his pocket wasn't his.

As Michael disappeared into the night, the woman hurried away with a glint of determination in her eyes, and Michael's phone was tucked safely in her hand.

She had what she needed. Now, it was just a matter of time.

She was determined to clone his SIM card before he realized he had the wrong phone.

 

Chapter 104

As Michael drove back home, he thought about what Derek had said about trying to seduce Evelyn, and he snorted. Over his dead body, he thought. There was no way he was ever going to let anything happen between Derek and Evelyn. The very idea made his blood boil.

Thinking about it again, he began to wonder if Sandra had lied to him earlier. If Evelyn truly wanted Derek, why hadn't she made a move? She knew Derek had feelings for her, so what was stopping her? The more he thought about it, the more unsettled he became.

Michael's thoughts drifted back to the first few times he had run into Evelyn at the company and the way she had acted. It all made sense now that Evelyn had acted that way because she knew Derek was interested in her. Was she playing some sort of game, testing their boundaries?

He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts.

None of it mattered anymore. Evelyn had lost her job at Empowered, and Derek had no reason to meet with her again. Michael allowed himself a small, satisfied smile at the thought. Derek had said it himself - there was no longer any connection between them. As far as Michael was concerned, that chapter was closed.

Yet, the smile faded as quickly as it came when Sandra came to mind. Michael's expression darkened as his thoughts shifted to her. Something about Sandra wasn't sitting right with him. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she was up to something, plotting behind his back. Her decision to visit Evelyn at her office - careless, reckless-kept gnawing at him. What was she thinking? Michael's jaw clenched. Talking to her was not enough.

He needed to put Sandra in check. It was clear that she needed to be kept on a much tighter leash. Perhaps it was time to find some leverage-something to hold over her that would guarantee her loyalty and obedience. He couldn't afford any surprises.

With that thought in mind, Michael reached for his phone, ready to call Sandra and arrange a meeting the next day. But when he picked up the device, something felt off. He glanced at the screen, and his brow furrowed in confusion. The wallpaper was different. His phone didn't have a floral background.

What the hell?

His brows pulled together when he pressed his thumb against the fingerprint sensor, but the phone refused to unlock. Panic bubbled up inside him as he tried again, only to be met with the same result. Swearing under his breath, Michael pulled over to the side of the road, his fingers flying over the keypad as he entered his password. The screen remained stubbornly locked. Frustration mounted as he looked closer at the phone.

It was slightly different from his, just enough that he realized with dawning horror that this wasn't his phone at all. It was someone else's.

He cursed loudly, his pulse racing as he recalled the brief encounter with the woman he'd bumped into earlier. Could it be? Had they somehow switched phones? He mentally retraced his steps to the hotel, remembering how she had been going in as he was coming out. There was no doubt about it - they had swapped phones.

Without wasting another second, Michael turned the car around and headed back toward the hotel. He prayed that the woman was a guest there and that she hadn't gone far. If he could just get in touch with her using Derek's phone, maybe she'd answer if he called his own phone and brought it back to him. He needed to fix the error at once.

The tension in his chest eased slightly as he pulled up to the hotel. He hurried inside, heading straight for Derek's suite. There was no time to lose. He rang the bell, impatience thrumming through his veins. Inside the suite, Derek had just stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist as he prepared to settle down for the night. He had a phone call to make- one he'd been looking forward to all evening. Evelyn. He smiled to himself as he reached for his phone, but the sound of the doorbell pulled him from his thoughts.

Derek paused. Who could that be? His eyes narrowed as he approached the door, checking the peephole. A smirk tugged at his lips when he saw Michael standing outside.

After contacting the hackers, he had told them he wanted the job done as soon as possible and had promised to double their fee if they were able to get it done before the end of the week. When they told him they needed a way to get

Michael's phone so that they could clone his SIM card, Derek had told them he was meeting with Michael later that evening, and they could wait around at the lounge and find a way to get the phone from Michael after their meeting.

The Hackers had called Derek earlier to inform him that they had gotten Michael's phone, so he could guess why Michael was standing outside his door.

Instead of answering the door, Derek returned to his bathroom with his phone. He dialed the number of the Hacker to find out how far they had gone. "How's it going?" Derek asked, his voice low.

"We're almost done," the hacker replied. "Just a few more minutes."

"Good. He's here now. Make sure you finish up quickly and return the phone to him. Don't make it look suspicious."

After ending the call, Derek draped a towel over his shoulders and opened the door, greeting Michael with a wide, disarming smile. "Mike? What brings you back here? I thought you left already." Derek asked as he stepped aside to let Michael in.

Michael's face was set in a scowl as he stepped into the suite. "I bumped into some woman earlier, and I didn't realize it at the time, but we swapped phones." He held up the unfamiliar device in his hand. "I was hoping I could use your phone to call her."

Before Derek could respond, the phone in Michael's hand began to ring. Both men glanced down at the screen. The name 'Baby' flashed across it, and Michael's scowl deepened as he quickly answered the call.

Derek watched with barely concealed amusement as Michael spoke tersely into the phone. When Michael

hung up, he turned to Derek with a sheepish expression. "That was her fiancé. He wants me to meet him in the parking lot to exchange the phones."

Derek nodded. "That's a relief. Do you want me to come with you?" Derek offered, and Michael shook his head.

"Nah. I've got it. I'll be on my way now. Thanks anyway," Michael said, and Derek gave him a nod as he saw him off to the door.

After shutting the door behind Michael, Derek chuckled quietly. The whole situation couldn't have played out better if he had planned it himself. The phone was cloned, and Michael was none the wiser. Now, Derek had access to all of Michael's calls and texts, a crucial step in their plan. He wished he had thought of hacking Michael's phone earlier.

He sank onto the bed, his thoughts shifting to Evelyn.

Grinning to himself, he dialed her number, eager to hear her voice.

"Hey," she answered after the second ring, her tone warm.

"Hello, darling," Derek responded, his grin widening at the sound of her giggle. He could practically hear the smile in her voice.

"What have you been up to?" Evelyn asked since he had said he had a lot to do when he left.

Derek leaned back against the headboard, relaxing as he recounted his day. "I met with the hackers..."

"I thought you said you spoke with them before coming over," Evelyn cut in.

"Yeah. That was over the phone. After seeing Samantha, I decided to see them in person to let them know how important it was. And after that, I met with Ethan to celebrate, and then I had a drink with Michael," Derek said, and Evelyn smiled.

"Sounds like you've been quite busy," Evelyn remarked a hint of amusement in her voice.

Derek chuckled. "Yeah, but it was worth it. They've cloned Michael's SIM. We can now monitor his calls and texts."

Evelyn's gasp of surprise was audible. "Already? That's incredible."

"Yep. We're one step closer. Don't worry, Eve. We're going to take him down."

For a moment, Evelyn was silent, processing the magnitude of what Derek had just told her. Relief washed over her. "Thank you, Derek. I don't know how to repay you."

"You don't have to repay me""" Derek said softly. "We're in this together."

"So, where is my daughter?" He asked, and Evelyn laughed at his proud tone.

"She's in the living room," Evelyn said, and Derek raised a brow.

"When is her bedtime... hold on. I just remembered something. I saw the flash drive. Are you a magician?

When did you compile all of that and put it in my pocket?" He asked, and Evelyn laughed.

"I compiled it while you were busy with Samantha, and I put it in your pocket when you were leaving," she explained.

"I'm not done going through it yet, but I love it and am grateful for it. Thank you, Eve. Thank you so much," Derek said, and Evelyn smiled.

"You're welcome."

"So, when is Samantha's bedtime? I want to tell her bedtime stories. We can do that over the phone for the time being, but after you move to a more secure location, I'll come over to do that every night and tuck her in. I have a lot of catching up to do," Derek promised, and Evelyn's smile widened to the point that her jaws ached.

"She'd love that," Evelyn said, imagining how happy Samantha would be to hear that.

"I'd love that even more," Derek said. After that, Evelyn took the phone to Samantha, and they talked. Derek spoke with Samantha for a while until it was time for her to go to bed, and then he made up a bedtime story for her.

By the time Samantha finally dozed off, Derek was halfway asleep himself, and Evelyn laughed softly as she bid him goodnight and ended the call.

As Evelyn lay in bed, ready to go to sleep, she let out a relieved sigh, grateful for how everything had played out and hopeful that come tomorrow she would be able to clear the air with her parents.

 

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As Evelyn prepared breakfast for Samantha the following day, her thoughts were scattered. A mix of excitement and anxiety clouded her mind. Today was the day. Today, she would finally face her parents and tell them everything.

After dropping Samantha off at school, Evelyn returned home and took a deep breath as she surveyed the living room. It would be her father's first visit to her apartment, and everything had to be perfect. Hosting her parents for dinner was one thing; telling them about Samantha, Sandra, and Derek was another. Her stomach churned at the thought, but she forced herself to focus.

She started by wiping down the kitchen counters and straightening the already immaculate furniture. Then, the doorbell rang, and Evelyn hurried to answer it, thinking it was Maya, who had gone out to help her get the items she needed to make dinner.

Instead of Maya, Rayna stood at the door with a wide smile and a bag of pastries. "Thought you could use some extra hands and dessert," Rayna said, her tone lighthearted but with an underlying concern. She knew how much this evening meant to Evelyn.

Evelyn exhaled in relief. "Thank you. You're such an Angel."

Rayna set the bags on the counter and unpacked them into the refrigerator. "Everything will be fine, Evie.

You've been stressing over this for years, but your parents will understand. Despite all that has happened, your Dad loves you, and I'm sure he will be happy to hear everything from you finally." Evelyn's hands trembled slightly as she joined Rayna in unpacking, "I don't know, Ray. My dad... he's traditional, and he's always expected so much from me. I'm scared of how he'll react to Samantha. To the fact that I had a child out of wedlock and kept it from him. And you know my stepmom... although she's wonderful and has been good to me, she's still Sandra's mother. What if she sides with her when I tell them about the affair?"

Rayna came up beside her, placing a gentle hand on her arm. "You're overthinking and overworrying.

You're not responsible for what Sandra did. Claire might be upset, but she's always cared about you. Trust me, she won't take Sandra's side. You're her daughter, too. And as for your dad, well... I'm sure your Dad will understand that you did what you had to do. Just be honest. You've raised a wonderful daughter. He'll see that."

Evelyn offered a shaky smile, her heart still pounding in her chest. "I hope you're right."

Soon, Maya returned with the groceries, and as the hours passed, both Rayna and Maya worked side by side with her to help her prepare a lavish meal.

Once it was time to get Samantha from school, Maya left to pick her up while Evelyn and Rayna set the table with the best dinnerware. Evelyn fussed over the placement of the flowers, moving them from one spot to another until Rayna finally laughed and took the vase out of her hands

"Relax," Rayna said, placing the flowers in the center of the table. "It's going to be fine."

Evelyn wiped her palms on her apron. "I just... I want everything to be perfect."

Rayna smiled. "It already is."

After some time, Rayna left. Evelyn felt her heart lighten slightly when Samantha ran into the house a short while later with an excited expression on her face.

Samantha sniffed the air, which was filled with the scent of roast chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and sautéed vegetables.

"Are we having a party, Mommy?" Samantha asked, her bright eyes scanning the decorated table and the kitchen bustling with food.

Evelyn knelt to her daughter's height, smoothing a hand over Samantha's soft curls. "Not a party, darling.

But your grandfather is coming to visit tonight, and I want you to be on your best behavior, okay?"

Samantha's eyes widened with excitement.

"Grandfather? Grandma Claire's husband?" She asked, and Evelyn smiled as she nodded.

"Yes, baby. My father. You saw your Daddy yesterday, and now you get to see your Mommy's Daddy. He's very important to me, so I want you to be a good girl as always when he arrives," Evelyn said, her own nerves bubbling up again.

Samantha beamed and gave her mother a tight hug. "I will, Mommy. I promise."

As the time for dinner approached, Evelyn received a call from Derek. The sound of his voice immediately helped ease some of her tension. "Hello, love! I'm sorry I haven't called all day. I've been pretty busy. How have you been? How's Sam? And how's everything going?" he asked. Evelyn glanced around the room, still scanning for any imperfections. "Sam is fine. I've been busy, but I think we're almost ready."

"Do you need anything on my way over? Wine?

Dessert?" Derek's tone was casual, but she could hear the concern hidden beneath his words.

"No, everything is set. I think..." Evelyn paused.

"Actually, maybe wine. Just in case."

Derek chuckled. "I'll bring something special. I'll see you soon."

Evelyn hung up the phone, feeling a small sense of comfort, knowing Derek would be there soon. He was always so calm and steady. Just having him near would help her as she prepared for the inevitable conversation with her parents.

True to his word, Derek arrived a little while before her parents. He walked in with a bottle of wine in one hand and a box of desserts in the other. Evelyn, who had just finished freshening up, greeted him at the door, her nerves still evident, but she smiled when she saw him.

"You brought dessert?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You can never have too much""" Derek replied, giving her a reassuring smile. He set the wine and dessert down on the dining table and pulled her into a gentle embrace. "You're doing great. Everything smells and looks perfect."

Evelyn let out a small, shaky breath as she rested her head against his chest. "I'm scared, Derek. What if my dad... what if he's furious?"

Derek gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "He might be upset at first, but I'm sure he'll come around. And don't worry, I'm here for you. We'll face this together."

Before Evelyn could respond, Samantha came rushing into the room, her face lighting up when she saw Derek. "Daddy!" she exclaimed, running toward him.

Derek knelt down to greet her with a warm hug. "Hey there, baby. How was school?"

"Exciting! I have so much to tell you. Are you staying for dinner? Will you meet my grandpa?"

Derek glanced up at Evelyn with a knowing smile. "Of course, I am staying. I don't want to miss any of this deliciousness I smell. But first, why don't we see what you learned today before your grandparents arrive?"

Samantha grinned and grabbed his hand, leading him toward her bedroom. Evelyn watched them go, her heart swelling at the sight. Derek was wonderful with Samantha, and she was grateful for that. Evelyn's stomach tightened with anticipation as the clock ticked closer to dinner time. She had just finished checking on the roast in the oven when the doorbell rang. Her heart leaped into her throat. This was it.

She hurried to the door, smoothing her hands over her dress before opening it. Her father, looking a little confused, stood there, and her stepmother, who wore a pleasant smile. "Evelyn?" Eric said, furrowing his brow as he looked from his daughter to his wife. "What's going on?

Claire, didn't you say we were going out for dinner."

Claire gave Evelyn a knowing glance before turning to Eric. "Yes, darling. Evelyn wanted us to come here for dinner tonight."

Knowing how difficult her husband could be, she had made him think they were going on a date and were stopping by the way to say hello to a friend.

Eric's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening as he looked at his wife. "Claire, what is this?"

Evelyn stepped forward, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "I'm sorry for the surprise, Dad. But I asked Mom to bring you here because... I need to talk to you both about everything."

Before either Eric or Claire could respond, a small voice piped up from the hallway. "Mommy, is Grandpa here?"

Evelyn's breath hitched, and she turned to see Samantha standing at the edge of the hallway, her eyes wide with excitement. Samantha ran up to her mother and grabbed her hand.

Eric's expression changed in an instant. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the little girl standing next to Evelyn, looking like a mirror image of his daughter at that age except for the blue eyes. Grandpa?

"Is this him, Mommy? Is this my grandfather?" She asked, then her gaze shifted to Claire, and she embraced Claire, who was smiling down at her. "Grandma! I've missed you!"

Evelyn swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked from her father to Samantha.

"Dad, this is Samantha. Your granddaughter."

For a moment, there was only stunned silence.

 

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Eric's face seemed to pale, his eyes darting from Evelyn to Samantha in stunned disbelief. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came. The revelation seemed to shrink his normally commanding presence.

Claire placed a gentle land on Eric's arm, her voice soft and encouraging. "Eric, we should go inside and sit down."

Bat Eric remained frozen, his gaze fixed on Samantha, who was still holding tightly to her grandmother's hand, her innocent eyes brimming with curiosity and excitement.

Following Evelyn's introduction, Samantha's face lit up with a radiant smile. She let go of Claire and, without hesitation, stepped forward, her tiny arms outstretched toward Eric. "Hi, Grandpa! I'm Samantha She said, her voice sweet and unburdened by the tension around them.

For a heartbeat, Erie remained motionless; his brows furrowed deeply as if trying to process everything

Although he was still confused and a bit upset, he didn't want the kid to know about it, so his eyes softened slowly. His posture, once unyielding, relaxed slightly as he took a tentative step closer to Samantha. He leaned down, reaching out his hand toward Samantha.

"Hello, Samantha. It's nice to meet you," he said, his voice hoarse but gentle. He glanced up an Evelyn, his eyes questioning full of confusion and unspoken words, "I hope you have a good explanation for this Seeing the bewilderment and hurt in her father's expression, Evelyn's heart ached. "I do. Dad. And I'm sorry, I should've told you sooner," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped away from the door so they could come in.

Eric straightened, his face hardening as he walked into the house. While Evelyn shut the door behind them, he turned to Claire again. "You knew. didn't you?" His tone was low, a mix of accusation and disbelief.

Claire sighed, her calm exterior faltering slightly under his intense gaze. "Evelyn wanted to tell you herself, but she needed time to gather the courage. This dinner was her idea

Eric was torn between anger and sorrow as he struggled to find his footing in the whirlwind of emotions. His gaze landed back on Evelyn

As they all walked into the living room, Eric and Claire faltered in their steps when they saw Derek standing there, and Claire looked from Derek to Evelyn

They both recognized Derek from their anniversary party since Michael had introduced him to them. They knew Evelyn was interviewing him, and not only had they seen the way he took Evelyn away after her brush with Sandra, but they also knew that Sandra was in a relationship with him. Seeing Derek there at such an important moment, Claire looked between Derek and Samantha and began to wonder if it was only a coincidence that Samantha had blue eyes like Derek and if she was Imagining things by thinking that Samantha looked like Derek a little now,

Maya came out to greet Evelyn's parents, Evelyn signaled her to take Samantha to the bedroom for some time since she didn't want Samantha to hear what was about to be discussed.

After Maya and Samantha left, Evelyn's father looked at Derek, "What is going on here?" Eric asked harshly, trying to keep his voice down because of the kid in the house.

Before Evelyn could speak, Derek stepped forward and stood beside her. "Hello, Mr. Quinn, Mrs Quinn, he greeted with a polite nod. It's nice to meet you both again. I'm Derek Stone, Evelyn's fiancé, and Samantha's father," he said, placing his arm around Evelyn's shoulder.

Evelyn looked up at him, taken aback by his self-introduction, while her parents exchanged surprised and confused glances

"What do you mean you're her fiance! We are aware that you're seeing Sandra," Eric said harshly as he turned from him to Evelyn with a look of disbelief, "did you jump from Michael to his cousin! Is that how I brought you up? To be shameless and irresponsible?"

"Dad.."

Derek cut in before Evelyn could speak. "Please refrain from using that tone and such words on my fiancée. I decided to be present at this meeting because I did not appreciate the way you spoke to my fiancée the last time in public. I wanted to make sure you do not repeat it today. If you want an explanation, you're going to get it, but do not talk to either of us that way, Derek said firmly, surprising everyone in the room once again.

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat at his words, and she looked up at him, shaking her head and pleading with her eyes for him not to complicate things. but Derek refused to meet her gaze as he held her father's gaze, refusing to be stared down.

Evelyn looked at Claire helplessly, but Claire was also looking at her with a confused frown because she couldn't understand what was going on Evelyn had not told her anything about being in a relationship or having a flance. Last she checked, Evelyn had said Samantha's father was not in the picture, and she was not ready to introduce a father figure to Samantha. So what was going on! Why was Sandra's love interest suddenly introducing himself as Evelyn's fiancé and Samantha's father'

After both men had stared at each other for a while, Eric finally looked away from Derek and turned to Evelyn again. "Did you invite him over to be rude to me?"

"Enc. you need to calm down...."

"I should be calm? How can you ask me to be calm when Evelyn here invited us to her apartment to be insulted by her boyfriend?" Eric cut in, facing Claire, "It's not enough that she had a child out of wedlock; it had to be with Michael's cousin. Have you no iota of decency? Did you cancel your wedding with Michael just to be a Babymama?" Eric asked as he turned to look at Evelyn with disapproval once again. "I always wondered why Evelyn would rather leave than talk to you and tell you all that happened. Now I can understand why your daughter couldn't say a word to you all these years. With your poor..

"Derek, stop. Please. Let me handle this," Evelyn said quietly, not wanting her carefully planned dinner to be reduced to such a meaningless exchange of words.

"Evelyn, please explain what is going on," Claire said softly.

"What's there to explain

"Dad, can you just keep quiet and listen?" Evelyn snapped at her father, fed up with his criticism. "For once, can you just listen and stop being so critical of everything I do!" Evelyn asked angrily, glaring at her father.

Her father blinked, taken aback by her outburst. And her stepmother looked at her, equally shocked.

Derek on the other hand, smiled as he watched her, glad that she was finally talking instead of just letting her father speak to her that

way.

"You know what! I'm done with this! It was one thing for you to give me that ultimatum six years ago. I let that happen because I wanted to leave. At the anniversary party, you threw me out in front of everyone without asking to know what happened, but I took that. That was your house and you were free to treat me that way there. But this is my ground and I'll be damned if I let you do this to me under my roof. I spent all day trying to organize my home and put things in order because invited you into my home to explain things to you, yet all you've done since you stepped in is condemn and criticize me for things you know nothing about. You know NOTHING about me or my life, Dad! Now, it's as Derek has said. If you want an explanation and you know you're going to listen, then you can sit down, and I'll tell you what you need to know. But if you won't listen and you're just going to keep talking to me this way in MY home, then you should leave, and let's cut ties permanently right now. Because I do not want anything to do with a father who doesn't listen to me and can't even give me the benefit of the doubt! If you won't listen, leave!" Evelyn continued angrily.

 

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The room fell into a heavy silence as Evelyn's words hung in the air between them. Eric stared at her, his expression hard to read somewhere between shock, hurt, and anger.

Claire looked between her husband and stepdaughter, her face pale, eyes wide with concern. "Eric now's the time to listen. Evelyn is right. We owe her that much"

er shoulder, silently supporting her as she confronted her father.

Derek stood still beside Evelyn, his arm still gently resting on her

For a moment, no one spoke. The tension in the room was tangible. It was so thick that a knife could cut through it. Evelyn's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as she waited for her father's response

She had never spoken to him like that before, and part of her was terrified of what he might say or do. But another part of her felt a sense of liberation—a relief that she'd finally voiced her feelings after years of pent-up frustration

Eric finally took a deep breath, the sound harsh in the quiet room. His face had lost some of its earlier fury, replaced with something more complicated, almost unreadable. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again as if struggling to find the right words.

He loved his daughter, and he couldn't help it that he felt disappointed by her choices so far. "Evelyn" he began, his voice low and strained as his

wal authoritative exterior crumbled.

"I have never intended to hurt you. I just.." He paused, running a hand over his face in frustration. "I feel sad. I feel your mother would be disappointed in nie and think I did a poor job raising you. I promised her I would take care of you and make sure you get only the best of everything, and seeing you live this way, it's like I've done the opposite so far....."

"How can you say that? What do you know about me to be disappointed! What do you think you know about my life to judge me and think my life is messed up?" Evelyn asked, annoyed by his choice of words.

Claire gently placed her hand on Evelyn's arm, her eyes filled with understanding and sadness. "Evie, we've all made mistakes," she said softly. "Your father wants to listen to you, so please calm down." Evelyn's anger began to ebb, replaced by a deep sadness and fatigue. She took a deep breath, her shoulders slumping slightly as the adrenaline drained from her body. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me, Dad. But your expectations, your disappointment. it's been suffocating All I ever wanted was to get married to Michael. You both knew how much I loved him. Do you think I would call the wedding off without having a good reason I expected better, Dad. I expected your understanding without question I was in pain, Dad! I didn't expect that other people's opinions and expectations of a wedding would make you throw me out that way over a canceled wedding?

Eric looked up at her, his expression pained. "I didn't expect you to leave, Evelyn. I tried to find you after I calmed down. I just.. I wanted the best for you, and maybe I was too harsh in trying to ensure that." Evelyn shook her head slowly. "And you think I don't want the best for myself? I need you to understand that and respect my decisions. I'm not a child anymore. I have my own life, my own child. My own family."

Eric's eyes flicked toward Derek, then back to Evelyn. "And he he's part of that family?" There was a hint of disbelief in his tone as if he still couldn't fully grasp the situation. "Yes, he is." Evelyn said firmly.

"He is Sandra's boyfriend, Evelyn Are you aware of that? Is Sandra aware that you have a child for her boyfriend?" Claire asked with a concerned frown, worried that Derek might be the reason her daughters were not getting along

"If you're willing to listen, we can all sit down and talk. I'll explain everything to you, and we can start to figure this out together, Evelyn said, gesturing toward the couch.

Eric hesitated for a moment before finally nodding as he exchanged a glance with his wife. "Alright," he agreed, his voice softer and more resigned. "Let's talk," he said as they sat down.

Evelyn smiled, feeling a small sense of relief. The hardest part was over, and though there was still a long way to go, she was hopeful.

She glanced at Derek, who gave her a reassuring nod, and then back at her father as she sat down, and Derek stood behind her. "What happened! Why

sy did you call off the wedding? Why are you with Michael's cousin! When did you have Samantha? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you come back home all this while?" Eric asked, the questions tumbling out

Evelyn's throat tightened, and she clasped her hands together as her heart began to beat fast. She had rehearsed this conversation a hundred times in her head, but now, seated here, with her father looking at her with both hurt and confusion, all her practiced words vanished.

I... I was scared, Dad," she finally managed, her voice trembling. "I was scared of how you'd react. I know you do not approve of having kids outside wedlock, and I didn't want to disappoint you more. I wasn't sure if you'd welcome us."

"You weren't sure if I'd welcome you?" Eric echoed, his tone incredulous. "Evelyn, you're my daughter. I raised you to be strong and to face life's

challenges head-on, not to hide them from me"

Claire placed her hand gently on Eric's arm. "Eric, let her explain. This isn't easy for her."

Evelyn swallowed. "Before I say anything. I know that what I'm about to say will come as a shock to you both. I will understand if you do not believe me, but I will appreciate it if you give me the benefit of the doubt and give me time to prove it to you," Evelyn said, and her parents exchanged a look before giving her a nod

Evelyn took

a deep breath, "I called off the wedding because I saw Michael and Sandra in bed together the day before our wedding?"

 

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The silence that followed Evelyn's confession was deafening. Eric's eyes widened in shock, and for a long moment, he didn't speak. Claire, however, visibly stiffened, her hand rising to cover her mouth. "What?" Claire whispered, her voice filled with disbelief

Evelyn nodded, her voice breaking as she continued. She told them how Sandra had left her with the designer, claiming she wanted to check on florist, and how she had left for Michael's place for a surprise visit only to find them in bed together and hear them talking about her.

I was so broken and didn't know what to do, I didn't want to come back home to see either of them" Evelyn blinked back tears, "That was how I met Derek that day. My car hit his," she said, and her parents turned to Derek.

-you were involved in an accident?" Claire asked with a worried frown.

Evelyn's lips wobbled, and tears dropped from her eyes as

is the nodded, remembering

ring the pain afresh.

"I can't believe this," Eric said with a shake of his head as he rose, trying to process all that Evelyn had just said,

"Eric."

"This doesn't make any sense. If something like this happened, why would you keep it to yourself? Why not confront them? Why run away? How do you expect me to believe this?" He asked before his wife could say anything.

"I didn't know how to face them. I was ashamed that I was a fool for so long. I was hurt. Maybe if Sandra had been a stranger, it would have been different. If she were my friend, it would have played out differently. But Sandra is my sister! She is your daughter, too. I didn't have any proof How could I just expose something like that?" Evelyn asked, crying now.

Samantha, who had been hearing their voices but could not come out because of Maya, ran out when Maya went into the restroom to ease herself. Sensing the tension in the room but not fully understanding it, she went to her mother. "Mommy? Why are you crying"" she asked, then went to

Enc

She tugged at his hand "Grandfather, why are you making my Mommy cry! Are you mad at her?"

Eric's expression softened immediately as he looked down at Samantha, her wide eyes full of innocence. He knelt once more, hand in his "No, sweetheart. I'm not mad at your mommy. We are just... talking."

assured her.

"Go back to your room, darling. I'm fine." Evelyn assa

taking her small

Samantha looked at Derek, and when he winked at her and gave her a nod, she smiled. Satisfied with the answers, the scampered off toward her

FOGLIL

Once she was out of earshot, Eric faced Evelyn again, his face flushed with anger. However, before he could speak, Derek spoke up.

"I was with Evelyn that day. I can prove it to you if you want me to. She wasn't okay. She was crying so much that she got into an accident. I couldn't let her drive away in that state, and I had to take her back to my hotel. She spent the night with me but left before I woke up. I spent the last six years searching for her until she showed up in my office recently. I have evidence of it all Derek said as he took out his phone and scrolled through

his drive

Evelyn looked at Derek, wondering what Evidence he could possibly have since he had not mentioned anything to her.

Derek clicked on the footage clip of Evelyn crying as she walked into the hotel with him six years ago. "This was her with me. I had to get this for the private investigator I got to help me find her." When he started his search for Evelyn six years ago, he had gotten the footage from the hotel's security room.

Claire rose to join Erie in watching the footage, and although it wasn't so clear, they could tell the person in the video was Evelyn.

When they were done with the video, Derek showed them pictures of the accident scene that his driver had captured and sent to him.

"Sandra really did something like that! To you?" Claire asked, her voice trembling, and Evelyn nodded again, her heart aching as she saw the hurt in her stepmother's eyes.

"Yes, Mom. That's why I couldn't go through with the wedding. I couldn't marry a man who hail, who had been with my own sister. Evelyn said. her lips trembling.

Eric's hands clenched into fists, his jaw tightening as he looked away, his anger clearly boiling beneath the surface.

On the other hand, Claire seemed to be struggling to keep her composure. She had known that Evelyn had something against Sandra, but she never would have imagined that it was something of this magnitude.

11:23 AM

She couldn't say she had not worried about Sandra's close relationship with Michael or noticed how Sandra subtly kept trying to make Eric mad at Evelyn, but this! This was something totally different and unacceptable.

For a moment, she looked as though she might crumble under the weight of the revelation. Then, to Evelyn's surprise, she straightened her back, her expression hardening.

"If this is true," Claire said quietly, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her eyes, "then Sandra has a lot to answer for."

Still reeling from the news, Eric looked at Evelyn, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Evelyn. I had no idea. If I had known-

Evelyn cut him off, shaking her head. "Dad, it's okay. I didn't expect you to know. I kept it from you also because I didn't want to hurt you or Mom."

"No. It's not okay. I was too harsh and didn't even give you a chance. You were hurt, and I didn't pay attention as your father. I failed you when you needed me," Eric said, unable to forgive himself for taking Michael's side all these years.

"It was stupid of you to keep something like this away from us, Evelyn. All this while you stayed away from your father because of this? We are your parents. If Sandra did something like this, you were supposed to tell us. How could you have gone through all of this alone simply because you were trying to protect us!" Claire scolded, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know better, Evelyn cried.

Ent reached out, pulling Evelyn into a tight embrace. "You've been through so much, and I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I didn't listen or give you a chance to confide in me Evelyn buried her face in his chest, breaking into a sob. "I'm sorry, Dad. I was scared."

Eric's voice was firm as he held her close. "There's nothing to forgive, Evelyn. You did what you thought was right. I'm the one who is sorry."

Still visibly shaken but composed, Claire stepped forward and placed a hand on Evelyn's shoulder. "We'll deal with Sandra," she said softly. "But for now, let's focus on being here for you." Evelyn pulled back from her father, wiping her tears as she looked at both of them. "Thank you. I wasn't sure how this would go, but... thank you" Eric sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as the tension seemed to drain from his body. He looked at his daughter with a mixture of love and disappointment. "I just.. I always thought we had a better relationship than this, I wish you had trusted me with this, Evelyn. I would've stood by you," Eric said, brushing off her tears while Derek watched them, relieved that her parents were reacting as he had hoped they would.

Claire, sensing the delicate nature of the moment, took a step back, giving father and daughter the space they needed.

Evelyn's heart squeezed painfully at her father's words. She had always valued his opinion, and the thought of letting him down had haunted her for years, warring with her disappointment at his reaction. "Everything was so complicated in my head. I didn't know how to handle it all myself." Im going to handle it. I will make sure I deal with Michael.."

"You can't do that, Dad. You can't do anything yet or let h tell you."

him or Sandra know you are aware," she cut in, her voice steadying, "there's more I need to

Eric's brow furrowed again, but he nodded, gesturing for her to continue. Tim listening

Evelyn took a deep breath, glancing briefly at Claire, who offered her an encouraging nod. "Before that, about what happened at the anniversary party. I never pushed Sandra. She put up the act herself. I had to pour the wine on her because she was trying to make me look bad, so I thought I should play along." Evelyn explained.

"Is that girl even my daughter? Claire asked, unable to understand Sandra and her schemes.

Eric sighed deeply. "Let's sit down," he suggested, and they all sat down again.

 

 

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Evelyn settled back in her seat, her heart pounding as she prepared to reveal the final pieces of the puzzle to her parents. Eric and Claire, still reeling from the weight of the previous revelations, looked at her with a mixture of concern and anticipation.

"Mom, Dad," Evelyn began, her voice trembling slightly, "there's more you need to know. Michael and Sandra... they're not just close. They re working together, and it's more than just their affair. They planted a bug in Derek's office." Her words hung in the air, thick with the gravity of the accusation.

Eric frowned deeply; his confusion was evident. "A bug? You mean... they were spying on Derek?" Eric asked, glancing at Derek, who was still silent.

After seeing that Evelyn was capable of handling herself, Derek had relegated himself to the background since it was a family discussion, and his only reason for being there was to give Evelyn moral support and defend her.

Derek nodded. "Yes, they were listening to our conversations."

"They were trying to gather information to sabotage me. And it worked. They were the ones who leaked the news about Derek, which was all over the place last weekend. That was private information that Derek confided in me. It caused problems between Derek and me. And it almost led to me losing my job."

Claire gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes filled with tears. "They did what? But why? What could Sandra possibly gain from doing something so cruel? Why is she still after you?"

Evelyn hesitated, her gaze shifting between her parents. "Now that I think about it, I think they did that because they wanted me out of Derek's life and also so that the interview would not hold. I believe Sandra is trying to manipulate her way into Derek's life, the same way Michael did with me. She wants to marry Derek for his wealth, and Michael is in it with her."

Claire's face paled, her shoulders slumping as the realization of her daughter's greed settled in. "Sandra... my Sandra... would do something like this?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, thick with sorrow.

Evelyn's heart ached at the sight of her stepmother's pain. "I'm sorry, Mom. I know this is hard to hear."

Eric placed an arm over Claire's shoulder, "Calm down, darling."

"How can I be calm after all the trouble she has caused? I always suspected that she was up to no good.

But this? This is evil. I can't believe that girl is my daughter," Claire said as she broke into a sob.

The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the sound of Claire's quiet sobs. Eric, his expression one of deep sorrow, reached out and took his wife's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Claire, this isn't your fault. You did everything you could as a mother.

You've been there for Evelyn, and that's what matters."

Evelyn, fighting back her own tears, nodded in agreement. "Dad's right, Mom. You've always been good to me, and I don't want you to blame yourself for what Sandra has become." Claire shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears.

"But I should have seen it, Evelyn. I should have known..."

"No""" Eric interjected, his voice firm. "You're not a magician or a fortune teller. You couldn't have known.

You can't hold yourself responsible for Sandra's choices. You've been a wonderful mother, and you've done your best. That's all any of us can do."

Evelyn leaned forward, her voice softer now as she tried to reassure Claire. "Dad is right. None of this is your fault, so stop blaming yourself. The only reason I'm telling you this is because now is because I've made up my mind- I'm not going to let her get away with this anymore. I'm done ignoring what she's done to me. I won't consider her my sister any longer. I'm going to fight her, fire for fire," Evelyn said firmly. Eric nodded, his face set with determination. "We'll do whatever it takes to support you, Evelyn. For all the pain Sandra has caused, you have our full backing."

Claire, still struggling to process everything, tinally nodded in agreement. "Yes, Evelyn. We'll support yo

You're not alone in this."

"Thanks. I'm going to return to the family company.

But I need your help. I don't want Sandra to know anything about what I've told you. I'm going to come over and ask you to forgive me and give me a job-in front of her. She can't suspect anything," Evelyn said, and her parents nodded.

"We'll keep this between us," Eric assured her. Despite the reassurance, the weight of his earlier mistakes still bore down on him, filling him with regret.

With the difficult conversation behind them, Evelyn stood up, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes.

"Thank you. Now, I'm going to heat up dinner. We all need to eat."

Claire quickly rose to her feet, her maternal instincts kicking in. "I'll help you, dear."

As they moved toward the kitchen, Eric remained seated, his gaze shifting to Derek. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken words until Eric finally broke it. "Derek... I owe you an apology. I was rude earlier and didn't give you or my daughter the benefit of the doubt. I'm sorry. And thank you for standing by Evelyn and for being there for her when I wasn't."

Derek met Eric's gaze, his expression sincere. "All is forgiven. All that matters to me is that everything has been resolved. All I want is for Evelyn to be happy," he said, and Eric smiled, pleased with his response.

"When did you find out about all this? When did she tell you?" Eric asked, and Derek sighed.

"Yesterday. She told me about Michael and Sandra yesterday. I also found out about Samantha yesterday.

With your permission, I'd like to marry her once this is all over," Derek said, and Eric smiled.

"If she is willing, you have my support. As you can see, Evelyn makes her own decisions," he said, and Derek chuckled.

"Yes, she does. You should know that I plan to move Evelyn and Samantha away from here to somewhere more secure. I don't trust Michael and Sandra, not after everything I've learned."

Eric considered Derek's words carefully, the concern for his daughter evident in his eyes. "You're right. It's a good idea. We should do whatever it takes to keep them safe."

In the kitchen, Claire watched Evelyn as she heated the food, her heart heavy with the knowledge of how much her stepdaughter had endured in silence.

Without warning, she moved closer and enveloped Evelyn in a tight embrace. "Thank you, Evelyn, for finally opening up to us. I'm so sorry for everything. I understand now, and I wish I had sooner."

Evelyn leaned into Claire's embrace, feeling the warmth and sincerity in her stepmother's touch.

"Thank you, Mom. I was worried... that you might take Sandra's side."

Claire pulled back slightly, her hands resting on Evelyn's shoulders. "Evelyn, you're as much my daughter as Sandra is. I could never choose one over the other, especially not when it comes to something like this. You're my daughter, and I'll always stand by you."

Tears welled up in Evelyn's eyes once more, but this time, they were tears of relief. "I'm so glad to hear that.

I've been carrying this for so long, and it's such a relief to share it with you finally."

Claire smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. "You don't have to carry it alone anymore. We're here for you." She glanced toward the doorway, where Samantha's quiet voice could be heard. "I should go check on my granddaughter."

As Claire left the kitchen, Evelyn stood alone for a moment; the weight of her secrets finally lifted. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. For the first time in a long while, she didn't feel like she was hiding anymore.

 

Chapter 110

The evening had taken on a peaceful tone, the weight of secrets lifted and replaced by a comforting sense of unity. As Evelyn saw her parents off to their car, she felt a mixture of relief and gratitude. Standing beside the car, Evelyn hugged her mother first, holding her tightly as Claire whispered words of reassurance into her ear. "You're stronger than you know, Evelyn. We're always here for you." Evelyn nodded, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, Mom. I don't know what I would've done without you tonight."

Claire pulled back and offered a warm smile before stepping aside so Eric could say his goodbyes. Evelyn's father wrapped her in a strong embrace, his familiar scent of cologne mixed with the warmth of home.

He held her for a moment longer than usual, his hands gently rubbing her back in a comforting gesture.

"I'm so proud of you, Evelyn," Eric said softly as he pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes. His gaze was full of affection and pride. "And Samantha... she's a wonderful little girl. I can't wait to get to know her better and spend more time with her. She's just as amazing as her mother."

Evelyn smiled through the tears that threatened to spill over. "She's going to love spending time with you, Dad. Thank you for coming."

Eric kissed her forehead gently, a gesture that took her back to her childhood when such kisses were the solution to all her worries. "You take care of yourself, Evelyn. And if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call us."

With a final hug and wave, Evelyn watched her parents enter their car and drive off into the night. The tail lights disappeared around the corner, leaving her standing alone in the quiet parking lot, the cool evening air brushing against her skin.

As she turned to head back inside, she felt a renewed sense of determination. The conversation with her parents had been difficult but necessary. She wasn't alone in this battle- she had their support and that of Derek and Rayna, too.

Once inside, Evelyn headed to Samantha's room, where she knew Derek would be. Her steps were light but deliberate. She paused when she heard the soft voices coming from the slightly ajar door and peeked inside.

Derek was sitting on the edge of Samantha's bed, holding a book in his hands. Samantha, her eyes wide with fascination, was snuggled under her blankets, listening intently as Derek read to her. But it wasn't the words on the page that held Evelyn's attention- it was the conversation that followed.

"Daddy, I'm so happy you're here," Samantha whispered, her little voice filled with joy. "I always wanted a daddy to read me bedtime stories."

Derek's heart melted at her words. He closed the book gently and looked down at her with a tender smile.

"I'm happy to be here too, baby. I'll read you as many bedtime stories as you want every night."

Evelyn's heart swelled with emotion as she watched them. The bond forming between Derek and Samantha was everything she had ever hoped for. She quietly stepped back, leaving them to their moment, and made her way to the kitchen.

Maya was there, diligently cleaning up after dinner.

The kitchen smelled faintly of the evening's meal, and the clinking of dishes was the only sound breaking the silence. Evelyn hesitated in the doorway, unsure of how to begin the conversation she knew they needed to have.

"Maya" Evelyn finally said, stepping into the room.

Maya looked up, surprised but smiling as she set down the dish she was drying.

"Yes, Evelyn?"

Evelyn took a deep breath, leaning against the counter.

"I know this past few days have been confusing with everything that's been going on. And I think you deserve to know what's happening. So, tomorrow, after Samantha leaves for school, I'll explain everything. You've been here for us through so much, and I don't want to keep you in the dark."

Maya's expression softened, a mix of relief and curiosity evident in her eyes. "I have been wondering, but I didn't want to pry. I appreciate you being willing to tell me."

Evelyn nodded, feeling a sense of responsibility toward Maya, who had been more than just Samantha's nanny- she had been family. "I promise I'll explain it all. But for now, let's finish up here."

The two women worked together in comfortable silence, washing dishes and tidying up the kitchen. By the time they finished, the kitchen was spotless, and Evelyn felt a sense of calm wash over her. Excusing herself, Evelyn went to her bedroom. She stepped into the bathroom, letting the warm water of the shower soothe her tense muscles. The events of the evening played over in her mind, but instead of anxiety, she felt a sense of closure and hope for what was to come.

Just as she stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her, there was a soft knock on the door. Evelyn's heart skipped a beat as she instinctively knew who it was.

"Come in," she called, a shy smile playing on her lips as Derek stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.

He grinned when he saw her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "It seems like one of us is always seeing the other in a towel."

Evelyn giggled, feeling a warmth spread through her at his playful tone. "Don't remind me."

Derek's grin softened into a tender smile as he took a step closer. "I need to leave now, but..."

Before he could finish, Evelyn closed the distance between them and kissed him, her lips pressing against his in a gesture filled with gratitude and something deeper. Derek's surprise quickly melted into a grin as he pulled back slightly.

"What was that for?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. "Are you trying to seduce me again?"

Evelyn laughed softly, shaking her head. "No... well, maybe. But mostly, I was thanking you. For standing up for me earlier. For making me speak up for myself. My Dad was quite shocked."

Derek's eyes softened as he looked at her, his hand reaching up to tuck a damp strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, I came to tell you that you did great tonight. You were wonderful, Eve."

Evelyn's heart fluttered at his words, and she looked down, feeling a bit shy. "And it was because you were there. By the way, about the clip you showed them earlier. I really didn't think you were trying to find me all those years."

Derek's gaze grew serious as he gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I was. From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to find you again. I fell in love with you at first sight."

Evelyn's eyes widened, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"At what point while I was crying did you fall for me?

Don't tell me you have a fetish for crying ladies?" she asked playfully, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Derek laughed, the sound deep and warm. "Maybe I do," he teased, his hand brushing against her cheek.

"But I'm glad you came back to the hotel room with me that day. I'm glad you chose to recklessly have sex with a stranger."

Evelyn rolled her eyes, though she couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "I don't know what I was thinking. In retrospect, that was a very stupid thing to do."

Derek's expression softened further as he cupped her face in his hands. "I don't know what I was thinking either by accepting, but I'm glad we both did something so dumb."

Before Evelyn could respond, Derek leaned in and kissed her deeply, his lips capturing hers in a way that made the room seem to spin. For a moment, they were lost in each other, the intensity of the kiss making everything else fade away. When Derek finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, his eyes dark with desire.

"I should leave now. If we continue this, I'm going to make love to you," he said, his voice husky.

Evelyn's heart raced as she looked up at him, her own desire mirroring his. "What if I want you to?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Are you sure?" Derek asked, and she nodded.

"I'm sure."

Derek's eyes searched hers for a moment, and when he saw the certainty in them, he wasted no time. He scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed with a sense of urgency and tenderness all at once. He laid her down gently, his hands and lips exploring her with a reverence that made her feel cherished and loved

As they made love, their connection deepened in ways words could not express. It was more than just the physical act― it was the culmination of years of longing, of unspoken feelings, and of the love that had blossomed between them despite all the obstacles.

They moved together as if they had always been meant to, their bodies and souls entwined in a dance of passion and love.

When it was over, they lay in each other's arms, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Derek pressed a soft kiss to Evelyn's forehead, pulling her closer as she snuggled against him.

"I love you," he whispered, the words filled with emotion. "I always will"

Evelyn smiled, feeling a tear slip down her cheek- not out of sadness, but out of the overwhelming happiness that filled her heart. She didn't say the words back, and Derek didn't pressure her to do that either. Derek waited until she had drifted off to sleep before leaving.