Ch. 121..130

Chapter 121

As the clock ticked closer to 7 PM, Evelyn felt the weight of the impending evening settling heavily in her chest.

Her mind raced, unable to settle on any single thought for more than a few seconds. She kept wondering what kind of trap she was about to walk into.

It didn't help that her stomach churned with anxiety, the kind that crept up on her as soon as she allowed herself a quiet moment. She glanced at her reflection in her bedroom mirror. The fitted black jumpsuit she had chosen clung to her curves, making her feel confident on the outside, even as her insides were a whirlwind of nerves. Rayna was supposed to pick her up, and they would head to the club together. But the uncertainty of what lay ahead still gnawed at her. Despite Derek's assurance that she'd be safe, she had been overthinking everything. He'd even promised wait outside the club in in case things went south. The thought of him parked nearby, ready to intervene, did bring a small measure of comfort.

But it didn't erase e the knot of fear tightening in her gut.

But

What was Sandra and Michael up to? And why now?

At exactly 6:30 PM, the doorbell rang. The sharp sound startled her, and she instinctively reached for her purse, quickly gathering herself as she moved toward the door. Evelyn braced herself, expecting to see Rayna's cheerful face, but when she opened the door, she blinked in surprise.

There,

"You

with his hands tucked i

I in his

pockets, was Derek. His familiar grin stretched across his face. "Hey, gorgeous," he greeted.

Standing casually with " she said, her tone Shit from anxious to pleasantly surprised as she opened the door wider to let him in.

dn't say you were coming," she

"I didn't want to spoil the surprise," he replied with a teasing wink, stepping inside with an easy confidence. over!

He closed the door behind I

him, his eyes sweeping

her, lingering appreciatively. "You look absolutely stunning."

Evelyn's lips parted into a soft smile, and a blush warmed her cheeks under his gaze. "Thanks," she murmured, the comfort of his presence already helping to ease some of her jitters. Derek stepped closer, placing his hands firmly on her shoulders. "Anxious?" he asked, his voice low and his touch calming.

She exhaled a shaky breath. "Very anxious, she admitted.

Without another word, he lea

he leaned in and kissed her deeply, his lips soft yet firm against hers. The kiss was slow, intentional, and filled with an emotion that seemed to melt away the anxiety clawing at her. r hands coming up to his chest as she sank into the moment.

Evelyn responded immediately, he felt her heart racing for an entirely different reason. "What was that for?" she asked, her voice breathy with a hint of amusement. When he finally pulled I away, Evelyn felt

"That""" Derek erek said, his lips still close to hers, "was to make your stomach flutter for something other than anxiety."

She chuckled,

and almost relieved.

She kled, the sound light and

"Mission accomplished," she teased back, feeling a little more at ease.

"Now I can tell you that I'm jealous. I can't believe you're dressed this way for Sandra when you've never dressed this way for me," he said, and Evelyn laughed softly. "It's not my fault. It's the circumstance behind our relationship," she pointed out.

"Screw those circumstances. I don't care about them.

Let's go on a date some e time soon," he said, and Evelyn nodded.

"Alright. Let's do Let's do that, Evelyn said with

Derek

I

with a nou nod.

miled warmly before asking, "Where's my baby?"

Evelyn j jerked her her head in in the direction of her daughter's bedroom. "She's working on her assignments. She should be done soon."

Derek nodded and took her hand, guiding her toward the living room, where they both sat down on the couch. The soft cushions seemed to embrace her, but the meeting with Sandra still weighed heavily on her mind.

"I looked into Club Edge," Derek began, his tone becoming more serious. "It's part of the Diamond Edge Hotel and has a reputation. Not a bad one, but still, it's high-profile."

Evelyn nodded, already knowing this, but she appreciated that Derek had done his homework. "Yeah, I know. We used to hang out there a lot in the past," she said, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of her purse.

Derek leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he continued. "Michael booked one of the suites there a little while ago."

She frowned at that. "A suite? What for?"

He

shrugged, though his expression was taut with thought. "I'm not sure yet. But I think whatever Sandra's planning involves that suite. If I had to guess, they're probably trying to set you up with Michael somehow, but I can't figure out why Michael would do that. It doesn't make any sense."

Evelyn's mind raced, trying to make sense of it. "Do you think maybe this is all Sandra's idea, and Michael doesn't know what she's up to?"

"It's possible," Derek admitted, leaning back slightly. "But why do you think so?" He asked curiously.

"Because if Michael had a bad plan, he wouldn't reserve a suite in his name, would he?" She asked, and Derek sighed.

"But then again, why would Sandra go against Michael's interests? They've been working together all these years," Evelyn said thoughtfully.

"There's something more to this. Whatever it is, you need to be extra careful tonight. No drinking unless you've seen it poured yourself, and no accepting drinks from anyone, especially Sandra," Derek said. She sighed deeply, already exhausted by the thought of navigating the minefield she was about to walk into.

"Li

want this whole to be over soon."

Before Derek could respond, a high-pitched squeal of delight cut through the room. "Daddy!"

Samantha came bounding out of her room, her excitement bursting like sunlight into the tense atmosphere. Derek turned just in time to catch her mid-jump, sweeping her up into his arms. He immediately started peppering her face with playful kisses, making her squeal and squirm in his arms as she giggled uncontrollably.

Watching them, Evelyn felt her heart soften, the tension in her chest loosening just a little. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to just enjoy the sight of Derek with Samantha, the easy love between them.

Then the doorbell I rang again.

and her pulse quickened, anxiety rushing back in a torrent. Rayna was here.

Her stomach flipped on shift, Derek's hand found hers.

As if sensing

her

He squeezed it firmly, his gaze steady as he met her eyes.

"Hey, don't worry. I'll be right there if anything goes wrong. No harm will come to you," he said softly, his voice full of conviction.

Evelyn offered him a shaky smile, nodding. "I know." But even as she said it, her heart raced at the thought of walking into the unknown.

"I should get going," she said, rising to her feet.

Derek stood with her, his protective presence calming her nerves as he walked her to the door, where Rayna's cheerful voice could already be heard from the other side.

Evelyn took a deep breath before she reached for the handle. It was time.

With Derek's promise echoing in her mind, she opened the door and stepped out, ready to face whatever Sandra had in store.

 

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going to ensure that everything fell into place.

As Michael sped down the dimly lit highway towards Club Edge, his mind swirled with thoughts of his plan for Sandra. He tapped his finger impatiently against the wheel, a smirk tugging at his lips as he imagined the night ahead. He had made careful plans, and he was With a glance at his dashboard clock, he realized it was time to check on Sandra. He reached for his phone, pressing her number on speed dial. The phone rang twice before Sandra's sultry voice came through the speaker. "Hey, darling," she answered.

"Are you on your way?" Michael's voice was firm.

Sandra let out a soft laugh. "Of course. I'm already here, waiting for you, as usual. Did you really think I wouldn't show up?"

Michael chuckled, pleased. "Good girl. Just relax; I promise you'll have a good time tonight. You always do, don't you?"

"I'm counting on it," Sandra purred, her voice dripping with the kind of mischief that Michael found irresistible.

"By the way, I got your text. Instead of asking me to meet with you at Club Edge, why didn't you just say we were meeting at the Diamond Edge Hotel?" Sandra asked, and Michael chuckled.

"I thought we should hang out at the club and loosen up before going to the suite. We both know how horny you feel after partying," he said, and she rolled her eyes.

"Well, I'm horny enough already. Can we skip the partying and meet at the suite? I really want to meet Rayna tonight. You know tomorrow is a work day," Sandra said, and Michael shrugged. "Alright. Since you're there already, you can go on up to the suite. I'll be there soon."

"Perfect. I'll grab us some wine and get the party started while I wait," she replied excitedly.

"Do that," he said, smirking. "I'm looking forward to seeing you."

He ended the call with a satisfied nod. Hearing them one would think it were just another night between lovers, but Michael knew this evening was far from ordinary. A plan had been set in motion, and tonight was the night he would follow through with it. Sandra would make everything easy for him, as she always did.

Away from there, after the phone call with Michael, Sandra stepped out of her car in the club's parking lot and smoothed her dress-a tight, short black number - before making her way inside.

She headed directly to the reception, and after getting the keycard to the suite, she requested that a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon be sent immediately after her.

The suite Michael had booked was on the club's top floor, part of the hotel that was reserved for VIPs.

When she reached the door to the suite, she swiped the keycard and pushed it open, stepping into the luxurious space.

No sooner had she walked into the suite before the doorbell rang, and the wine was delivered to her.

"Michael's favorite," she murmured to herself with a smirk after the waiter left.

She walked over to the minibar, grabbed two glasses, and poured herself a generous serving of wine. As the rich aroma filled her senses, her phone buzzed, and she took it out from her clutch to see a text from Rayna. I'm on my way with Evelyn.]

Sandra smirked as she replied. [Good. I'll join you as soon as I can. Keep her relaxed.]

She slipped her phone back into her clutch, and a pleased chuckle escaped her lips as she tipped the glass to her lips and took a slow, deliberate sip.

When her eyes fell on the clock, and she saw that Michael would likely arrive soon, she reached into her purse and pulled out a small vial of sleeping medication.

Her fingers were steady as she uncapped it. She glanced at the bottle of wine and gave it a quick swirl before pouring half the contents of the vial inside. The liquid dissolved instantly, leaving no trace behind. Smiling, she returned the vial to her purse and set the bottle of wine down on the table. "Now we wait," she murmured, crossing the room to sit on the plush edge of the bed. She checked her phone again, saw Rayna's last message, and smiled. Tonight was going to be perfect.

Five minutes later, a knock came at the door. Sandra rose and smoothed her dress once more before striding over to open it.

She smiled when she saw Michael standing there, his usual confident grin plastered on his face.

"Well, well," he said, stepping inside. I thought you were going to be difficult tonight. I'm glad to see you're still my girl."

Sandra laughed as she embraced him, her lips grazing his neck as she stretched on tiptoe to kiss him. "I'll always be your girl, Mike. Sorry for the attitude lately... Evelyn's return has been getting under my skin more than I thought possible," she said, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him through her lashes. Michael waved a dismissive hand. "Forget about Evelyn.

Tonight, it's just you and me." He strolled towards the table where the wine sat, "You got my favorite wine," he said with a grin as he picked up the bottle.

"Yeah. That's my way of apologizing for what happened earlier. We are a team, Mike. I don't like how things are going between us lately," she said with a pout as she stood in front of him.

Michael smiled as he watched her toy with the button of his shirt, "I forgive you."

"Shall we drink to it then?" She asked with a smile as she went to pick up her empty glass. She poured some wine into both their glasses and took a little sip from hers before handing him his glass.

"I think I need to empty my bladder." She gestured towards the bathroom before setting down her glass and disappearing inside.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Michael's eyes darkened with intent as he took the opportunity to check on the camera he had installed in the room a while ago to make sure it was on and positioned to capture everything that would happen once Sandra returned. He had his own plans tonight-plans she didn't need to know about.

He was not going to change them simply because she had apologized for her attitude. He still needed something he could hold over her.

Satisfied with the setup, he settled on the bed and took a sip from his glass. The taste was rich and familiar, but he didn't notice the faint bitterness creeping in from the medication Sandra had laced it with. Inside the bathroom, Sandra waited patiently, listening to his movement around the room. She wanted him to drink from the glass and for the effect to start setting in slowly before she returned.

She leaned against the marble sink, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched the seconds tick by on her watch.

When she was sure enough time had passed, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

Michael sat on the bed, wineglass in hand, his posture relaxed as he leaned back against the headboard. His eyes followed her as she walked towards him, his grin widening. "You took your time," he teased.

Sandra smiled as she sauntered over to stand before the bed. "I had to clean up," She said with a wink.

Michael's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he raised his glass to her. "Why don't you give me a little show, huh?

I've missed you," he said as he took a long sip.

Sandra's lips curled into a playful smile. "Anything for you," she said sweetly, knowing exactly what he wanted.

She began to undress, slowly slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders, her movements deliberate and seductive.

She didn't mind stripping since that meant she was bidding her time until the effect of the medication set in.

Michael watched, his eyes following every inch of skin she revealed, but as Sandra continued, she noticed his eyelids growing heavy. His once sharp gaze began to dull, and he began to yawn frequently.

She smiled when his head lolled slightly to the side. By the time she had unclasped her bra and tossed it onto the floor, Michael's grip on his wineglass loosened, and it slipped from his hand, spilling its contents onto the sheets. Sandra smiled to herself, watching as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "Sleep tight, Michael," she whispered as his body slumped against the pillows, completely unconscious.

With a satisfied grin, she picked up her clothes and slipped them back on, her heart racing with triumph.

Now, all she had to do was make sure everything else went according to plan.

 

Chapter 123

Evelyn leaned back against the bar stool, swaying her body to the pulsing bass of the club's music, which was thrumming through her as she watched Rayna, who was casually sipping her cocktail. "You know what I've been thinking since I saw you and Derek earlier?" Rayna asked as she set down her glass.

"Am I supposed to know?" Evelyn asked, amused by the mischievous glint she could see in Rayna's eyes.

"I'm thinking that if things don't work out between ET and me, I'm just going to drive out there recklessly and bang the first guy my car crashes into," she said with a grin, and Evelyn laughed out loud. "And if it's a married man?" Evelyn joked.

"Well, I'll bash the next car I see until I get lucky," she said, and Evelyn laughed

"Have you considered the fact that you could run into a serial rapist or killer?"Evelyn asked as she raised her drink to her lips.

"I'll take my chances like you took yours. Imagine how you snagged the best man in one moment of recklessness," Rayna said, and Evelyn laughed.

Before Evelyn could respond, her phone buzzed in her purse. When she took it out and glanced at the screen, she saw Derek's name flashing. She smiled as she showed Rayna the screen. "Hey, D," she answered and grinned when Rayna mimicked her.

"It seems like you were right," Derek's voice came through.

Evelyn raised a brow. "Right about what?"

"I just confirmed that Michael booked the suite for them both, and from what I can gather, Sandra's meeting him first. I'm not sure he knows that Sandra invited you over," Derek said, and Evelyn paused, letting the words sink in. "Sandra's playing him?" Evelyn asked, her brow furrowed in thought.

"I think it's something like that. Keep your guard up," Derek warned.

Evelyn nodded to herself. "Thanks for letting me know.

I'll handle things on my end."

After hanging up, Evelyn turned to Rayna, who was staring at her with curious eyes. "Sandra's running her own game," Evelyn said, and she told Rayna what Derek had just told her. Rayna raised an eyebrow, swirling the ice in her glass. "I wonder what she's up to this time."

Evelyn rolled her eyes and took a long sip of her drink.

"Honestly, I don't care. Let's just enjoy the night until she shows up. The less I think about her, the better."

Rayna chuckled, leaning back on her stool. Just as she was about to speak, her phone buzzed on the counter.

Glancing at the screen, a grin spread across her face. "It's ET," she said, giggling.

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, amused. "What's he saying now?"

Rayna read the message aloud, still smiling.

[Congratulations, you made it to the top 5.]

Evelyn laughed, shaking her head. "Either he has a really good sense of humor, or he's full of himself."

"Probably both"" Rayna said with a grin as she typed back a response.

[Yay! Let me know when I make it to the top 3.]

Before Rayna could set down her phone, her phone buzzed again, but with a phone call this time. She glanced at the screen and scowled. "It's the snake." Evelyn straightened in her seat, her eyes narrowing.

"Perfect timing."

Rayna answered the call, her voice smooth. "Hey, Sandy!

Where are you?"

Sandra's voice crackled through the phone, laced with impatience. "I'm at the entrance of the club. Where are you two?"

Rayna gave her their location, then hung up, slipping her phone back into her purse. "She'll be here soon," she said, sighing.

Evelyn raised her glass, taking another sip to calm her nerves. "Great. Let's put on the best show of our lives."

A few moments later, Sandra appeared, striding through the crowd with purpose as her eyes scanned the room until she spotted Rayna and Evelyn.

As she approached, Evelyn plastered on a surprised expression, setting her glass down a little too hard on the bar.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Evelyn snapped, her voice sharp, turning to Rayna with mock anger.

Rayna widened her eyes and reached out, placing a calming hand on Evelyn's arm. "Evie, calm down, please.

I just thought -"

"Sandra, really?" Evelyn's voice dripped with disbelief, glaring at Rayna. "Why would you set this up? Was she the reason you insisted we had to hang out here tonight?" Sandra immediately stepped forward, hands raised in a placating gesture. "Evelyn, please! I don't want to keep fighting. I want us to resolve this. I'm tired of the bad blood between us." Evelyn scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. "Really? Since when? Do you think I have amnesia and I've forgotten the show you put up just this morning? You must think I'm an idiot." "No. It's not that, Evie, I swear. I've realized the errors of my way..."

"You must really think I'm a fool, and one apology is going to fix everything, don't you? How dare you show up in front of me after everything you've done?" Evelyn asked, and Rayna, playing along, looked between the two women, her face filled with fake concern.

"Evie, I just thought... you're both sisters. Can't you forget whatever happened between you two and get along? I miss us three."

Evelyn's eyes narrowed. "You're saying that because you don't know the kind of person Sandra is. She's a backstabbing manipulative bitch."

"What did she do to you?" Rayna asked, but before Evelyn could respond, Sandra cut in.

"It's all a misunderstanding, Evie," Sandra's voice cracked her expression one of desperation. "Just give me a chance to explain. Please. I need you to understand where I'm coming from." "I'm never going to understand where you're coming from. You don't mean anything to me anymore, Sandra," Evelyn said spitefully.

"Please, Evie. For my sake, can you hear her out? Please,"

Rayna pleaded, and Evelyn let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Fine. I'm only doing this for your sake, Ray. But don't expect me to forgive her," Evelyn said, and Rayna nodded.

"Sure. Thanks. Let's all sit..."

Sandra looked at Rayna apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ray, but do you mind excusing us? I want to speak with Evelyn alone. You know, sister to sister."

Rayna frowned as she glanced at Evelyn, and Evelyn shrugged, "You brought me here to hear her out, didn't you? I don't see why you should stick around for this. This is between us."

Sandra bit her lip, nodding slowly. "Yes. Please, Rayna, could you give us a moment?"

Rayna hesitated, glancing at Evelyn. Evelyn gave her a subtle nod, signaling that everything was under control.

With a small smile, Rayna picked up her glass and stood.

"Alright. I'll hit the dancefloor, But I would have loved to be part of this," she said before walking a short distance away from Sandra's view, where she could still keep an eye on things.

Once Rayna was gone, Sandra stepped closer to Evelyn, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Evie, I'm so sorry for everything. I don't want to fight anymore."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Cut the pretense, Sandra. We are alone now. Just tell me exactly what this is about."

Tears welled up in Sandra's eyes as she began to cry. "I'm serious, Evelyn! I've been envious of you for so long. I didn't know how to handle it and let it ruin everything between us. I just... I miss you. I'm sorry for everything I've done. I'm so sorry. I've moved out of the house. I'm too ashamed to face Mom and Dad," Sandra said, and Evelyn eyed her with a neutral expression.

She would have fallen for Sandra's crocodile tears if she hadn't known better, but now she could see Sandra's game. She could tell that Sandra had told her about moving out of the house so she could invite her to her suite, where Michael was waiting.

Evelyn softened her expression and nodded slowly, though she remained on high alert inside. "Fine, Sandra.

I'm tired of all the fighting, too. Let's just put it behind us and bury the hatchet."

Sandra sniffed and smiled through her tears. "Really?" She asked, and when Evelyn nodded, her face lit up with hope, "If you mean that, hug me. Please. Let's just... be sisters again."

Evelyn hesitated but then slowly leaned forward, embracing Sandra. As they hugged, Evelyn could feel Sandra clinging to her longer than necessary, and although she didn't know why, she could feel Sandra's hands moving.

Observing from the gallery, Rayna narrowed her eyes as she watched Sandra embrace Evelyn. Seeing Sandra looking around to make sure no one was looking, Rayna took out her phone to record Sandra.

She recorded Sandra as she opened her purse and took out a vial. Sandra used her purse to cover the vial from view as she slipped something into Evelyn's drink.

Immediately, Rayna stopped recording and hurried down to join them so that Evelyn wouldn't have to drink from the glass.

 

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Sandra pulled away from Evelyn, a tense smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Thank you so much, Eve. Thank you for hearing me out and forgiving me," Sandra said, even though she wasn't so sure Evelyn had bought her story. Evelyn smiled, "I'm just glad we can put this behind us. "Me too. Now I can order a drink," Sandra said as she signaled the barman, leaning slightly over the counter.

"Can I get a cocktail, please?"

The barman glanced up from polishing a glass and nodded.

"Sure. What kind of cocktail would you like?"

Just as Sandra was about to respond, Rayna suddenly appeared beside her, a wide smile on her face. "Oh, get her the same drink you served us earlier, please," Rayna said cheerfully, sliding into the conversation.

"You're back"" Sandra noted with a forced smile.

"Yeah. I saw you two hugging from across the room and thought, Why not join my favorite duo?" She winked at both of them and leaned her elbows on the bar.

Sandra shot her a weak smile, trying to regain her composure. "Sure. Let's all have the same.""

So,

all is forgiven

and forgotten, right?" Rayna asked Evelyn, who was silent.

Sandra said, reaching for Evelyn's hand.

forced a smile, "Yeah. Forgiven and and forgotten."

Evelyn ford "I'm so happy I could die nas sandra touched her, but she resisted the urge to shudder or reacti Evelyn felt felt her skin crawl as as After mixing Sandra's dra's drink, the barman placed it in front of her, but before she could reach for it, Rayna's eyes twinkled with a playful glint as she gestured toward the entrance. "Hey, Sandy, isn't that your high school crush?" she teased, pointing toward the crowd. "Tyler? Where?" Sandra asked as she and Evelyn instinctively turned to look, their eyes scanning the room. As they did, Rayna subtly switched Sandra's drink with Evelyn's and poured a bit from Sandra's into Evelyn's glass to top it off. The action was swift, unnoticed - except by Evelyn, who had caught the exchange out of the corner of her eye. "That's not Tyler.

They do not even look alike in any way," Sandra said as she turned back. Evelyn calmly reached for the untouched glass meant for Sandra, raising it to her lips and taking a small sip. She met Rayna's gaze knowingly but said nothing. After feeling Sandra's suspicious arm movement during their embrace, she had planned not to touch her drink again and to order something else if need be, but she was glad that Rayna had taken the initiative to switch the drinks; now she could see for herself if Sandra had I put something into her r glass.

Unaware of the switch, Sandra picked up Evelyn's glass and smiled, holding it out. "Let's toast-to sisterhood and friendship," she said, her voice a little brighter than before when she saw that Evelyn was sipping from the drink.

Evelyn smiled tightly, clinking her glass with Sandra's and Rayna's. "To sisterhood and friendship," she repeated, her eyes locking with Rayna's, who gave her a subtle smirk. They all drank in unison, and the tension between the three seemed to ease for a moment. After a few minutes, Evelyn set her glass down and stood up. "I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back," she said casually, stepping away and leaving Sandra and Rayna alone at the bar so she could give Sandra room to plot more with Rayna. As soon as Evelyn was gone, Rayna turned to Sandra with a pleased smile, "That was quick. I'm glad I could help," Rayna said as she picked up her phone casually and turned on the voice recorder. Sandra resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she turned to Rayna. Instead, she smiled sweetly. "Yeah, it was. Thanks for doing this, Ray, but I still need your help with something else," Sandra said quietly. Rayna raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it this time?"

Sand

Sandra leaned in in closer. "Can

Can you pretend something urgent came up and leave? I need to spend more time with Evelyn alone. You know, bonding and making up for lost time. It won't be the same if you're here." Rayna raised a brow, "What about Michael? When is he getting here?" "He's here already. He's in the room I reserved for them..."

"Michael is s aware that you're bringing Evelyn to the room?" Rayna asked curiously.

"Yeah. Of course. I promised him I was going to help him talk to Evelyn," Sandra assured her. "I will get Evelyn to go back to the room with me so I can lock her up with Michael. That way, they can talk things over," Sandra explained. Rayna stared at her for a moment, then shook her head slowly. "Why would you risk everything for that? You just reconciled with her. If she finds out you did this because of Michael, you'll lose her trust forever." Sandra f a frowned, her voice becoming more insistent. "Trust Ray. I have a

me.

a plan. Just do this for me."

Rayna hesitated, her fingers drumming on the bar. "I don't know, Sandy. This feels like a terrible idea."

Before Sandra could respond, she began to feel a strange drowsiness wash over her. Her eyelids fluttered, and she blinked rapidly, trying to stay awake. "I... I don't know why I feel so tired," she mumbled to herself, rubbing her temples. Was she feeling this way because of the little sip she had taken from the wine at the suite earlier? Was the medication that potent?" Rayna's expression changed to one of concern. "Are you okay?"

Sandra nodded slowly but couldn't shake the heaviness in her limbs. "Yeah."

Just then, Evelyn returned, her sharp gaze immediately taking in Sandra's sluggish movements. She shot Rayna a meaningful look.

Sandra turned d to Evelyn and signaled

"Ray? Are you "

Evelyn raised a brow,"

"You should go. I'll be fine with Evelyn."

between the

the two women.

Rayna going," she said as she rose.

I and as they embraced Rayna whispered to her that she would be outside with Derek.

reall. Something came up- I should get Evelyn nod Once Rayna was out of sight, Sandra yawned as she looked at Evelyn, wondering why she wasn't feeling drowsy yet. Figuring that Evelyn had not drunk enough yet, she sluggishly suggested, "Let's finish our cocktails and head up to my room." "Your room? You have a room here? What for?" "Evelyn asked innocently. "Yeah. I told you I left home because k couldn't face Mom and Dad. I had a long, terrible day. I feel really exhausted, but I don't want tonight to end yet. So, let's go up to my room and chat for a bit. Drink up," Sandra urged Evelyn. Evelyn agreed, and both of them downed their drinks. As Sandra finished hers, she blinked hard, her vision blurring. A wave of confusion swept over her. "Why... aren't you feeling sleepy?" she asked, her words slurring slightly. Evelyn smiled smiled faintly, her eyes gleaming. "Why should I feel sleepy? I don't have a job yet, remember? I don't feel as exhausted as you."

"But you're supposed to be feeling sleepy," Sandra said, not understanding what was happening.

Evelyn laughed softly, "Am I? Oh, did you, by chance, put anything in my drink? Perhaps that's why you're feeling drowsy. I might have switched our drinks mistakenly."

Although

she was struggling to keep her eyes open, she managed to look surprised, "You... switched them?" she stammered, her voice filled with disbelief as the realization hit her.

Evelyn nodded, leaning in closer, her voice cold. "You really think I'd fall for your cheap tricks? Fool me once; shame on you. Fool me twice; shame on me."

Sandra tried to speak but couldn't form the words. Her body slumped against the bar as exhaustion overtook her, and within moments, she was out cold, her head resting on her folded arms.

Evelyn calmly reached for her phone and dialed Derek.

Moments later, Derek and Rayna arrived at the bar, their expressions concerned.

Evelyn gestured toward Sandra, who was now fast asleep.

"I need to take her to the room," she said, her tone steady.

"Sure. Let's do

ו"

Sure. Let's that..."

t need

that...

I your help to get her out of here, but I don't want you to get involved once we're there. Just assist me in getting her to the room."

Derek frowned. "What if something goes wrong?"

Evelyn waved off his concern. "Rayna can wait outside the door, and you can stay some feet away. I'll handle the rest. If she planned for something to happen, there could be a camera in the room. I don't want it capturing either of you."

With a shared glance, Derek and Rayna nodded, and together, they helped Evelyn carry Sandra to the hotel suite since Derek knew the suite number from the text Michael had sent to Sandra.

Once they reached the door to the suite where Michael was already knocked out, Evelyn dragged Sandra inside and laid her on the bed next to him. She paused for a moment, shaking her head at the sight of both of them unconscious.

Before leaving, Evelyn pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of Sandra and Michael together on the bed, the perfect evidence of their so-called "reconciliation." Satistied, she quietly slipped out of the room, leaving them both in their compromised positions. Evelyn met Derek and Rayna outside the room, a small, triumphant smile on her lips. "Let's go," she said simply, and the three of them walked away, leaving Sandra and Michael to deal with the aftermath.

 

Chapter 125

Michael woke up the following day with a splitting headache. The throbbing in his skull was relentless, like someone had been pounding a hammer against his temples all night. He groaned and sat up slowly, his eyes squinting as the sunlight streamed through the curtains of the suite.

"What the hell happened?" he muttered, rubbing his forehead. The room felt unfamiliar and disjointed. He glanced down and realized he was still fully clothed, his clothes wrinkled from having slept in them. Confusion swirled in his mind as he turned to his side. Sandra was lying beside him on the bed, also fully clothed, her chest rising and falling in deep sleep. Michael's frown deepened. He didn't remember what had happened and why they were both still fully clothed.

He reached out and shook her shoulder gently. "Sandra, wake up."

She didn't stir.

Michael's irritation grew. He shook her harder, this time more aggressively. "Sandra!"

She groaned, her face scrunching up in discomfort as she slowly opened her eyes. "What... what time is it?" she mumbled, her voice groggy.

Michael ignored the question, his mind racing. "How did we end up like this? What the hell happened last night?"

Sandra blinked in confusion, slowly sitting up. "I... I don't know. I have the worst headache," she said, pressing her palm to her forehead.

Michael narrowed his eyes as he stood up from the bed, his gaze sweeping the room. Something didn't add up.

He scanned the suite, his eyes settling on the small hidden camera he had planted in the corner before Sandra had arrived. He quickly retrieved it and plugged it into his phone, his heart pounding as he pulled up the footage.

He fast-forwarded through the video, his brows furrowing as he saw himself sitting on the bed, drinking from the wine while he waited for Sandra to join him. His movements seemed to slow down, and he yawned repeatedly until he dozed off, passing out within minutes of drinking the wine. Michael's jaw tightened as he rewound the footage to the beginning.

There it was Sandra, pouring something into the wine before his arrival. His blood boiled.

Without a second thought, he marched back to the bed and roughly shook Sandra, who had gone back to sleep, awake again, his voice a low growl. "Sandra, wake up. Now."

Sandra groaned in protest, her hand coming up to shield her eyes from the bright light. "What's your problem?" she snapped, clearly irritated.

"My problem?" Michael's voice was sharp as a blade. "You drugged me, didn't you?" He asked as he grabbed her purse.

Sandra's eyes widened, but she quickly masked her shock with a frown. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me. I just watched the video," Michael snarled, taking out the vial from her purse. "You put this in the wine. I saw you do it."

"What video? What video are you talking about?" She asked with a frown.

"It doesn't matter what video I'm talking about. Answer my damn question! Why did you put something in my drink?" Michael snapped at her.

Sandra opened her mouth to protest, but the cold fury in Michael's eyes made her falter. She knew denying it wouldn't work, so she swallowed hard as she quickly tried to fabricate a believable story, "It..... it wasn't what you think. I didn't mean any harm. It was supposed to be an aphrodisiac, not a sedative! I just - I don't know what went wrong." Michael's laugh was humorless. "An aphrodisiac? That's the best you've got? Do you really think I'm that stupid?

You didn't even drink from it, and you left after I passed out." Michael's eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched in disbelief. Sandra looked at him incredulously. "Did you really set up a video recorder in here?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

"That's not important," Michael shot back. "What's important is why you felt the need to drug me. What were you planning?"

She flinched at his tone, "Look, I wasn't planning anything. I just thought—"

"Cut the crap and tell me exactly what your plan was, or else I'm going to kill you in here," Michael threatened.

Sandra's eyes flashed angrily. "Kill me? Why don't you try? Was I the only one here with a plan? What about you? did you plant a camera in here? What was your plan?" She retorted.

radont mess with me, Michael warned.

Michael. You should not mess with me! You think you deserve answers, and I don't? You're not my boss. You don't own me. We are doing this together, so quit using that tone on me. I drugged you, so what? Why did you put a camera in here without my knowledge? Were you going to blackmail me with our sex tape or what?" Sandra asked, and Michael frowned as he turned away from her. "This doesn't make any sense," he muttered, walking away from her as he tried to figure out why she drugged him.

Seeing that she had succeeded in turning the table, after a moment, she exhaled. "Fine. You want the truth? I drugged you, but I wasn't planning anything. I just... I didn't want to sleep with you. And I didn't want to miss my meeting with Rayna," she lied. Michael blinked in surprise, but his glare didn't waver. "What? And you thought drugging me was the best solution?" Sandra b Sandra brushed a brushed her hair out of her face, "You were pressuring me, and I didn't know what else to do! You threatened to cut me off our arrangement; I didn't have a choice! It was easier than just saying no. I don't trust you." Sandra's voice was defensive. Michael scoffed, shaking his head. "Well, now I don't trust you either." The room fell into tense silence. They glared at each other, tension simmering between them until Sandra's face suddenly shifted, her frown deepening. "Wait. Did you really have a camera in here?" she asked, her voice sharper now. "Is that how you know everything?" Michael raised an eyebrow. "Why do you care?" Sandra's brow furrowed as a memory surfaced, her headache momentarily forgotten. "I was with Rayna last night, and then Evelyn showed up. I started feeling drowsy, but I don't remember coming back to the room," she said, mixing up the truth with lies since she couldn't tell Michael that she had invited Evelyn over with plans of setting them up. "Evelyn showed up?" Michael asked as his expression hardened.

"Yeah. I don't remember the details. And I don't remember coming back here either. Did your camera catch that?" she asked, and Michael's anger turned to suspicion.

He glanced down at his phone, scrolling through the footage, rewinding to the point where Sandra entered the room. His stomach dropped as the video showed Evelyn bringing Sandra into the room, laying her beside him, and taking photos of them before leaving. Sandra's eyes widened as she leaned in to see, and she paled. "What the hell..?" Michael swore under his breath. "Did you tell Evelyn about this suite?" he asked, his voice tight with frustration.

"No!" Sandra said quickly, shaking her head frantically. "I don't remember telling her anything, Michael. I was with Rayna when Evelyn showed up, and after that, it's a blur."

"Damn it," Michael swore under his breath, and his mind raced as he cursed under his breath again. "We need to get those pictures back, or we're screwed."

"How are we supposed to get them from Evelyn?" Sandra asked, and Michael's jaw clenched as he considered the situation.

He paced around the room for some time, lost in thoughts, while Sandra frowned as she kept wondering how and when Evelyn had switched their drinks. Was Rayna in on it, too, or had it been just Evelyn? How did Evelyn know the suite number? "I think we will let her keep the pictures"" Michael said after pacing for some time, and Sandra frowned.

"We can't do that! How do you..."

"Getting the photos back would be difficult, but discrediting them could be easier."

Sandra's eyes flickered with confusion. "What do you mean?"

He turned to her with a plan forming in his mind. "Think about it: who is she going to show those pictures to? Your parents and Derek. So, we'll come up with a story," Michael explained. "We can say that Evelyn invited us both here separately to talk things over. I got here first; she gave me a drink, and I passed out. Then she knocked you out too, brought you here, and took the pictures to make it look like something happened."

Sandra's eyes lit up. "That could work."

Michael nodded. "You'll tell your parents that story, and I'll tell my aunt and Derek."

Sandra winced. "I'm not sure my parents will believe me.'

Michael's gaze hardened. "You have to make them believe you, even if it means that you borrow a page from Evelyn's book and do what she did to you. Confront her about the pictures and record the conversation. The only part that matters is her admitting she took pictures of us."Sandra slowly nodded, a glimmer of hope sparking in her eyes. "That's a good idea, but there's still one problem. The suite is registered under your name. If anyone looks into it, they'll know Evelyn didn't book it."

Michael smirked. "Don't worry about that. With the right tip, I'm sure the receptionist can change the name on the booking."

Sandra let out a slow breath, nodding in agreement.

"Okay. Let's do this."

As they locked eyes, a silent understanding passed between them. They will handle their trust issues some other time. For now, they had a common enemy to handle.

 

Chapter 126

Evelyn sat in the backseat of the cab, a wide smile spreading across her face as she gazed out the window, replaying the events of the previous night in her mind.

After leaving Sandra passed out with Michael, Derek had whisked her and Rayna away to a different lounge for drinks. The memory of the night brought a sense of satisfaction. She was glad that they had outsmarted Michael and Sandra, and they now had enough evidence to expose Michael and Sandra's schemes.

She let out a soft chuckle, remembering how shocked Sandra had looked when she told her she switched their drinks before she passed out cold.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her phone buzzed, pulling her from her reverie. When she saw Derek's name flashed on the screen, she answered quickly, still smiling. "Hey," she greeted cheerfully, even though they had spoken earlier that morning when he called to say good morning to Samantha.

"How's the most beautiful woman in the world doing?" Derek asked, and Evelyn giggled.

"That's quite a stretch, don't you think?" She asked, still laughing.

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and if I say you're the most beautiful woman in the world, then you are to me. I don't care what anyone else thinks about it. Not even you," he said, and she laughed, though his words made her feel warm.

"Noted. What are you up to? Have you gotten to the office yet?" She asked with interest.

"Yeah. I walked in a moment ago. What are you up to now?"

"I just dropped Samantha off at school. I'm heading back home now. I'm going to wait until the realtor calls me, then I'll step out to continue the house hunting," she said, and Derek nodded.

"Good," Derek responded, his voice calm but focused. "If I have the time, I will join you. Also, I got an interesting call from the receptionist at the hotel"

Evelyn raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Why did the receptionist call you?" she asked, curiosity piqued.

Derek chuckled lightly. "Last night, I had a little chat with him while you were dropping Sandra off. Since you were being careful and didn't want us to step into the suite with you, Figured we should cover all the bases, you know? So, I asked him not to mention that he saw Rayna and me if anyone was to ask and to let me know if they do ask," Derek explained. Evelyn grinned, impressed by his foresight. "Wow! You sure do think ahead. Why didn't you tell me you did that?"

"I didn't want to overwhelm you, and I wasn't sure they would actually ask that." His tone was casual, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I'm guessing he called you because they asked him?"

Evelyn asked curiously.

"Yes. He said Michael and Sandra asked him this morning if he saw the lady who brought Sandra into the suite last night and if she was alone."

Evelyn laughed softly. "Oh, so they're already trying to cover their tracks, huh? What did he tell them?"

Derek's voice turned sly. "Well, he told them you escorted Sandra in because she was too drunk, and you asked him for directions to the suite," Derek said, and Evelyn laughed softly.

"I guess you told him to say that?" Evelyn asked, amused.

She might have taken the photos, but the true masterstroke was the setup Derek had orchestrated behind the scenes.

"Yeah. But that's not all. So, Michael tried to pay him off to change the name on the reservation from his to yours," Derek said, and Evelyn smirked.

"I think they must have seen me taking pictures and figured I'm onto them. They're trying to shift the blame now. But it still doesn't make sense that Michael was knocked out on the bed, Evelyn said thoughtfully, wondering if that was also part of their plan.

"I think it's a good idea that you didn't let Rayna and me go in with you. I'm sure they are doing this because they think you were alone, and they can get away by tampering with things," Derek said, and Evelyn's laughter bubbled up.

"I'm guessing that they think pinning everything on me is better than trying to get the pictures from me. What do we do now?" Evelyn asked curiously.

"I told the receptionist to take the money from them and play along. Let them think they've got the upper hand. I want to see what they try next," Derek said, and Evelyn giggled.

Just as Evelyn was about to respond, her phone buzzed again - this time with a call from Sandra. She glanced at the screen and smirked. "Speak of the devil. Sandra's calling me right now."

Derek chuckled. "Don't admit to anything. And do not say you took her to the suite," Derek advised.

"But the receptionist already said..."

"Yes, that is what the receptionist told them, but that won't be the story the receptionist will say if someone like my Mom should ask him. Don't worry," Derek said, and Evelyn giggled.

"You have this all figured out, don't you?" She asked, and Derek grinned.

"Yeah. Let's let them make a spectacle of themself. Let me know how it goes with her. I'll catch up with you after my meeting." Derek said, and as soon as Derek hung up, Evelyn accepted the call, her voice light and teasing. "Morning, Sandy! How was your night? Did you sleep well?" She asked pleasantly.

There was a pause on the other end before Sandra's sharp tone cut through. "Why did you put me in bed with Michael and take pictures of us?"

Evelyn grinned, keeping her voice innocent. "What are you talking about, Sandy?"

"Don't act cute with me!" Sandra snapped. "I know you set me up. You put me in that bed with Michael and took pictures to make it look like something happened. How could you? I apologized last night! I tried to make peace, and you... you blackmail me instead?" Evelyn rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help but be entertained. "Sandra, I have no idea what you're going on about. I remember accepting your apology and having drinks with you; we both got pretty wasted, and that's it.

The rest is a blur," Evelyn said, wanting to see if Sandra would bring up the issue of the switched drink.

"Don't lie to me! I know you drugged me and took me to the hotel." Sandra's voice was growing more frantic now.

"I have evidence! I know what you did. Was it because you want Derek for yourself? Is that why you're doing this?" She asked, oblivious to the web they had spun around her and Michael.

Evelyn burst out laughing. "Sandra, you're so unbelievably delusional," Evelyn said, unable to believe that Sandra was making it seem like she was the one who had drugged her.

"Did you ask Rayna to set up a meeting with me just so you can accuse me of something so vile?" Evelyn asked, her disbelief echoing in her voice.

"Just tell me why!" Sandra's voice was rose. "Why would you put me in such a position?" She asked, glad that the phone wasn't on speaker so Michael didn't hear that she had asked Rayna to set up a meeting with Evelyn.

Evelyn's laughter faded, replaced by a calm, calculated tone. "Sandra, I don't know what you think you saw, but I don't have any pictures of you with Michael. As a matter of fact, I left before you. I don't know how you got to your suite or wherever. And if you have some kind of evidence to prove I did whatever you're accusing me of, feel free to show it. I'm curious to see what you've got." There was silence on the other end. Evelyn smirked to herself, knowing full well that Michael and Sandra would never dare produce any video evidence- especially not when they were trying to pin the whole thing on her.

With a final satisfied sigh, Evelyn added, "I guess there's nothing. With this stunt you just pulled, I guess you didn't mean anything you said, and we are back to normal. Good luck with pinning this on me, Sandy," Evelyn said before hanging up.

She leaned back in her seat as the cab continued to glide through the city streets. They had Michael and Sandra exactly where they wanted them. The next move was theirs, and she couldn't wait to see what they would do. Evelyn felt confident they would stumble right into the trap she and Derek had so carefully laid. Now she was enjoying the show.

 

Chapter 127

As Sandra drove back home, she couldn't stop cussing herself for making such a lousy move the previous night.

It was unlike her to act so rashly. Now she had to face Michael, who was still very suspicious of her, and at the same time deal with Evelyn.

She wished she knew what Evelyn was planning or thinking. Something about the way Evelyn had responded made her anxious. Although Michael had said he would clear things up at his end and make sure Derek and his parents wouldn't take Evelyn seriously, she still couldn't help being worried about Evelyn.

As Sandra stepped into the house, she paused for a moment when the soft murmur of voices drifted from the dining table ahead.

She had been avoiding her parents since the incident with Evelyn the previous day, and neither of them had made any effort to talk to her either.

Her brows pulled together when she heard Evelyn's voice.

Not wanting to believe that Evelyn was there again, she hurried to the dining, taking in the sight of her parents and Evelyn seated together.

Her heart tightened as she noticed how effortlessly Evelyn seemed to fit in, smiling at her mother and engaging in light conversation with their father as if the last six years had not happened.

Her stomach churned with hatred at the sight of Evelyn, who looked so relaxed. She was the picture of ease and belonging.

"You're home," Eric said when they noticed her presence.

Sandra looked at him, hurt and angry that he had accepted Evelyn back so easily despite all her efforts to be a good daughter to him while she was away.

Sandra, feeling a sudden pang of jealousy mixed with frustration, forced a smile and approached the table.

"Yeah. Seems like my presence wasn't missed."

"Don't say that, Sandy," Evelyn chided with a cheerful smile.

After her phone call with Sandra earlier, she had decided to go see her parents instead of going to her place. She thought it was wiser for them to hear from her first and let them know what happened between her and Sandra the night before. Claire looked up from her plate with a curious expression. "You didn't say you were sleeping out last night. Where are you coming from? Where did you spend the night?"

Sandra felt a lump form in her throat. She couldn't shake the feeling that Evelyn had already told them everything, and now her mother was just waiting for her to admit it.

Her eyes darted nervously to Evelyn, who was sipping her tea with a contented smile as if she had no care in the world.

"What has Evelyn told you?" She asked, trying to gauge the situation.

Claire raised an eyebrow and set her fork down. "Are you okay? Why are you asking me about Evelyn when I asked you a question? Where did you spend the night?" Claire asked harshly.

Panic surged in Sandra, and before she could stop herself, tears began welling up in her eyes. "No, I'm not okay. I'm not okay," Sandra cried as she broke into a sob, startling everyone. Evelyn rolled her eyes, wondering what kind of drama Sandra was about to act this time. "What's wrong, darling?" Evelyn asked calmly.

"Don't darling me, you witch!" Sandra yelled, and their parents exchanged a look.

"Don't talk to your sister in that tone..."

"Sister? Evelyn is no sister of mine. She is a witch. I went out to meet Evelyn last night to resolve things, but... but she drugged me, Mom! She drugged me and tried to blackmail me!" Sandra cried.

Both Claire and Eric turned to Evelyn, their faces filled with shock and confusion. Evelyn had told them she had something to tell them, but she had yet to get into the details before Sandra arrived, so they had no idea what Sandra was talking about. Evelyn, however, continued sipping her tea, her smile widening ever so slightly. She set her cup down gently and looked at Sandra, feigning surprise.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I find it hilarious that you're trying to twist this entire situation on me. You need to stop this before you dig yourself into an even deeper hole," Evelyn advised. "What are you talking about, Sandra?" Claire asked, her voice now tinged with concern as she looked between her daughters.

"What is she talking about?" Claire asked Evelyn.

Evelyn shrugged innocently. "I have no idea what she's talking about, Mom."

Sandra clenched her fists in frustration, her voice rising as she pointed at Evelyn. "Don't lie! Just admit it! We met last night, right? You drugged me and booked that suite at the hotel! You dragged me there after I passed out!" Evelyn blinked. "Why would I deny that we met? Yes, we met last night. Rayna asked that we hang out last night. I got there expecting to spend time with Ray, but Sandra showed up, and then I realized she was the one who wanted to meet me. But everything else she is accusing me of fis s absurd, Evelyn said calmly. Sandra's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Evelyn, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. "Don't you dare pretend like you didn't drug me! I have evidence, Evelyn. You can't keep lying!"

Evelyn leaned back in her chair, her tone still calm but now laced with amusement. "So you said earlier. Well, 1 have evidence, too, and it proves that you're lying, Sandra."

Their parents looked between the two of them, their confusion deepening. Eric finally spoke, his voice firm.

"All right, enough of this. If both of you have evidence, let's see it. Show us what you're talking about."

"The suite! The suite Michael and I woke up in this morning. We found out that Evelyn paid for it! The receptionist said it was Evelyn who brought me in there.

She set us up and took pictures of us to blackmail me!"

Eric's expression darkened, and he frowned deeply.

"What was Michael doing in the suite with you, Sandra?"

Sandra swallowed hard, her throat dry as she struggled to explain. "It was a setup! Evelyn called Michael and asked him to come over, pretending she wanted to talk things through with him because she knew he was still in love with her." Evelyn couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. "Oh, Sandra, that's quite the story. Michael, in love with me?

That's the funniest thing I've heard all day. Remind me, please. Who called for our meeting last night? Wasn't it you?"

Sandra's face flushed with anger. "I did, but that doesn't

mean-

Evelyn cut her off, her tone turning sharp. "Exactly. And do you really think I would set something up like that and be foolish enough to pay for the hotel suite in my own name? That doesn't even make sense."

Sandra's frustration mounted. "You're trying to deny it, but it won't work this time!"

Eric leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Really? If Evelyn is lying, then how did you know she took pictures of you and Michael if you were both unconscious, as you claim?"

Sandra

T

stammered, trying to think of an answer since she couldn't say Michael had set up a camera in the room. "I...

just have a feeling she did it! We woke up there together.

Why else would she put us there?"

"So, let me get your story straight. You asked Rayna to invite me over, and somehow I knew you'd be there, so I came with a sedative and also invited Michael over and booked a suite before you showed up, so I could drug you both and set you up? Does it add up? Does rubbish tale you're spinning make sense to you? I feel insulted that you assume everyone is as mentally slow and retarded as you," Evelyn said, and Sandra glared at her, but inwardly Sandra admitted to herself that her story didn't make sense. Eric folded his arms and turned to Evelyn. "If what Sandra is saying isn't true, show us your proof." Evelyn's eyes gleamed as as she

slowly took out her phone.

Sandra's heart skipped a beat. What was Evelyn about to show them?

"I have a little video, actually," Evelyn said, her voice casual. "So, last night, Sandra claimed she wanted us to make up. And then she asked Rayna to excuse us for a while, and we talked things through. After I agreed to forgive her, she embraced me. Never would I have imagined that this snake here was putting something into my drink..." "Lies! All lied! You're a pathetic liar," Sandra cut in.

"As I said, I have a video to back up my story. Thankfully, someone at the club signaled me from the balcony and told me they saw something interesting. Sandra, care to guess what it was?"

Sandra's blood ran cold. "You're lying. You're making this all up."

"Am I?" Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "You see, the person sent me a video of you trying to put something in my drink. That was why I switched the drinks when you weren't looking. That's why I excused you and Rayna, claiming I wanted to use the restroom. I went to meet the person," Evelyn said since she didn't want Sandra to suspect Rayna of being on her side.

Sandra's eyes widened. Who could have made such a video? How could that have happened "No! That's not true! You're accusing me falsely! I didn't-"

"Relax, Sandra," Evelyn said, her tone icy. "I have the video right here. Do you want to see it, or should I show it to Mom and Dad?"

Their parents exchanged worried glances, and Claire's voice trembled as she asked, "Show us the video, Evelyn."

Sandra's heart pounded in her chest as Evelyn tapped a few buttons on her phone. She played the video, and there it was-clear as day. Sandra could be seen subtly slipping something into Evelyn's drink when she thought no one was looking. The sight of it made Claire gasp, and Eric's face hardened with disappointment.

Evelyn smiled sweetly as she set her phone back on the table. "There you have it. I didn't drug her. I just switched the drinks, and when she passed out, I left," Evelyn lied for Sandra's benefit since she planned to tell her parents the truth later.

Claire's eyes filled with tears as she turned to Sandra.

"Sandra, what did you put in Evelyn's drink?"

Sandra's mind raced for a way out. "I... I don't know that person in the video. Evelyn set this up. She's manipulating everything!"

"You don't know the person in the video? Take a look at the video again, Sandy. You're still wearing the same dress from last night," Evelyn said with a smirk. "You're lying. Why are you doing this to me?" Sandra asked, breaking into a sob.

Their mother looked heartbroken, and Eric's expression was unreadable. "Sandra, you've been caught in a lie; quit your drama. It's embarrassing."

Sandra's frustration boiled over. "Why are you both just taking Evelyn's side and not taking my word for it? You should go to the hotel and confirm it for yourselves!

Evelyn booked the suite! Why else would she do that if she didn't take photos of us?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, her phone buzzed, and she glanced at it. She rose when she saw it was the realtor and it was time for their meeting.

"Sorry, I need to take my leave. I have some business to attend to," Evelyn said to her parents.

Sandra stared at her in disbelief. "You want to run away because you've been caught!"

Evelyn stood up, adjusting her coat. "Don't be a fool, Sandra. Why would I run when I'm innocent? I'm giving you extra time to cook up a better story, Sandra. We can continue this nonsense later when I have time to spare for your bullshit. But you should know that I'm really disappointed in you for this cock and bull story you came up with."

With that, Evelyn turned and walked out of the house, leaving their parents staring at Sandra with disappointment in their eyes.

"This is your second strike, Sandra. One more strike and you're out," Claire threatened, knowing that Eric was still holding back for her sake.

Sandra's chest tightened with rage as she stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her. She screamed into her pillow, her whole body trembling with frustration.

Who was the unfortunate being who had videoed her slipping the sedative in Evelyn's drink? How could such an incriminating evidence exist?

She couldn't let Michael find out that she had tried to drug Evelyn, or else he was going to figure out why she drugged him.

She was going to have to find a way to make all of this go away so that Michael wouldn't find out the truth.

Evelyn might have slipped away this time, but Sandra swore to herself that she wouldn't let her get away with it ever again. She would make sure of it.

With that she picked up her phone and dialed Michael's line.

 

Chapter 128

Michael stormed into Derek's office, his usually composed face twisted in frustration as he approached the desk where Derek sat, casually glancing up from his laptop.

idn't change even though he knew Michael exactly what Michael was in his office to do.

Derek's calm expression didn't

Derek leaned back in his chair. "Mike. I've told you before. You have to knock when you come into my office. You can't just barge into my way. I can't keep telling you this. What if I was in a meeting or something?" Derck scolded. office this

"I'm sorry, Derek. I confirmed with your secretary before coming in. I just needed to talk to you before I lose my mind," Michael said, resisting the urge to scowl at Derek since keeping up his act was more important at the moment than Derek's stupidity. "Want to sit?" Derek asked, gesturing for Michael to sit. "What is the problem?" He asked as he picked up his phone casually and placed it on record.

He knew Michael was about to spin a story, probably some elaborate excuse. He had been waiting for this all morning. He and Evelyn had agreed to always record their conversations with Michael and Sandra more for their entertainment than for evidence because the duo were dim-witted clowns

Oblivious to what Derek was doing, Michael threw himself into the chair, rubbing his temples in frustration. "I can't believe how stupid I am," he muttered through clenched teeth. "I'm so mad at myself that I could die right now

Derek raised an eyebrow, maintaining his calm demeanor. "How can you say such a thing about yourself? What did you do? Did something happen! Derek asked, folding his hands on the desk in front of him, his voice even and patient.

Michael exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Yesterday, I got a call from Evelyn."

Derek widened his eyes, feigning surprise. "Evelyn! Why would she call you?"

"That's what I thought!" Michael said, shaking his head. "I was just as shocked. She asked if we could meet and said she wanted to talk things over.

Derek's expression remained neutral, but inwardly, he was struggling not to snort. He doubted that Evelyn even had Michael's number, but he knew Michael was playing a part in whatever this was, and he needed to play along "And you agreed to meet her?" Derek asked incredulously

"At first, I wasn't going to. I mean, after all that happened, why would I Michael shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "But then. I guess curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know why she really called off our wedding. I needed closure.

Derek nodded slowly, pretending to follow along "That makes sense 1 1 can see why you'd want that."

Michael continued, his voice dropping lower as if he were sharing a dark secret. "She sent me a

a suite

number, not a restaurant or cafe. That should've been a red flag, but I wasn't suspicious. I thought maybe she lived there or something, so I didn't make a big deal out of it."

Derek kept his face calm, but inside, he was plecing together the story Michael was trying to sell him. "So, you went"

"Yeah," Michael muttered, looking embarrassed, "When I got there, we talked for a while, and she apologized for everything and for cheating on me. She told me a lot of stuff, and I forgave her."

"Did you record all she said?" Derek asked, and Michael frowned.

"No, I didn't. Why would I think of doing that Maybe I should have. I guess I was still thinking of her as the innocent Evelyn I once loved. This is why I didn't think anything of it when she offered me a drink afterward. But the next thing I know, I wake up the next morning- this morning- with Sandra beside me in bed," he said in disbelief.

Derek's mouth twitched, holding back the urge to smile. So, this was the angle Michael was going for. He managed to keep his voice steady. "Sandra In bed with you? How Do you think Evelyn set this up?"

Michael nodded, his face a mix of anger and disbelief. "I think she's trying to blackmail us, make it look like Sandra and I are having an affair."

Derek leaned forward slightly, acting horrified. "Evelyn Doing something like that? That's unbelievable

"I know, right" Mi

Michael rubbed his forehead again, clearly playing the victim. "The Evelyn I was engaged to was nothing like this. She was so sweet, so pure. Now. I don't know i's like she's turned into someone else. She's-she's evil"

Derek sat back taking in Midiac's words. He couldn't help but wonder if he would not have fallen for this bullshit had he not known Evelyn personally.

"Why do you think she did something like that? I mean, what is the purpose" Derek asked, and Michiel shrugged.

"I told you what she told Sandra. I think she wants everyone to think she ended things with me because I was having an affair with Sandra. I'm pretty sure that is her plan. She might likely send pictures to you or something. She wants to have you for herself like she threatened Sandra Michael uid with a scowl

He had thought about it, and he know that Evelyn was most Gever give Evelyn an audience.

lyn was most likely to seisd the pictures to Derek and not his aum. His unke Derek, would

"Lire. So, what so you plan to als Are you going to have her arrested or sur her? Lerk asked since that was the reasonable course of action b follow if something like that truly happened.

The suggestion made Michael freeze for a second his eyes widening He quickly shook has head. "No, no. I don't want to take it that far

Derek's voice remained calen, but he pressed on pushing Michael into a corner. "Why not? Evelyn crossed a line. She can't just get away wir something like this. She shouldn't!"

Michael shook his head, "I just don't want to drag this out. It's embarrassing enough that I fell into her trap."

Derek scoffed inwardly, "Have you told my Mom or yours al

„abeuit this?" Derek asked, eyring him with disapproval agreed to meet with

Michael shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable now. "Tim not telling them. You know they would be furious that I Evelyn in the first place. And they will blow the whole thing out of proportion and might arrest her. I don't want that I just want it to go away quietly" Derek tilted his head, keeping his tone casuall but insistent. "So, you came to me to vent because you expected me to just sit back and allow you not to do anything about this? If you don't do anything, how will this end! I think we should definitely get her arrested. If you don't do it I will"

Derek knew exactly what game Michael and Sandra were playing, and he had no intention of letting them win

Michael blinked, caught off guard by Derek's sudden determination. He did not expect such a reaction since he knew Derek liked Evelyn

He frowned, suspicion creeping into his features "Why are you pushing this so hard? Do you have something against Evelyn"

Derek waved a hand dismissively, his face calm. "Notting against her. I just think she's poor too far this time

Michael looked even more confined. "I thought you cared about Evelyn. Why are you bring so harsh?"

Derek shrugged. "I did care about her, but that doesn't mean I'll stand by and let her rain lives. Besides, I told you my focus is on Sandra now. As long as Sandra is involved in this, I should take action"

Michael shook his head. "The truth is that I still love Evelyn. I'd rather try to talk things through with her. I don't think Sandra would want Evelyn to be arrested, either. Despite all she has done to her, Sandra still loves Evelyn very much

Derek sighed heavily, clearly not buying it, but he didn't want to argue. "That's nonsense. She needs to be dealt with"

Michael narrowed his eyes, now more suspicious than ever. "You're acting like this is personal for you. If you want to punish her, then don't let her interview you. I don't want to arrest her, so drop it," he said, and it was all Derek could do not to laugh out loud. Derek pretended to cough to hide his laughter, and before he could say anything else. Michael's phone buzzed. Michael glanced at it, and when he saw it was Sandra, he looked back at Derek. "Work calls. I need to get back to my office." He said as he stood up, afering Derek a forced smile. "Thanks for listening"

Derek nodded, watching Michael walk out. The moment the door closed. Derek leaned back in his chair and let out a soft chuckle. pleased with how the conversation had gone.

He couldn't believe Michael thought he was so easy to manipulate. Now that Derek could see through his lies as clearly as day, he was beginning to think back to everything Michael had ever said to him in the past and doubted their authenticity

Just as he was about to return to work, his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was Ethan. Smiling. Derek picked up the call. "Hey, how's it going"

Ethan's voice was warm and friendly. "All is well. How's the latest Dad in town and his babies?"

Derek chuckled "We're all good. What's up with you?"

"I was thinking of stopping by t

the office later. You free?" Ethon asked curiously,

Derek thought for a moment. "I've got a busy day, but we can meet after work hours at our usual spot. How's the wife hunt going?"

Ethan laughed. "You won't believe it, but I think I've found my perfect match. I'll tell you all about her when we meet

Deck buckled. "Looking forward to hearing about it."

As they were wrapping up the call, Derek's phone buzzed again. "My

by dad's calling. Let's catch up later, okay?"

"Sure thing" Ethan replied, and they hung up

Derek answered his father's call "Hey, Dad What's up?"

His father's voice was cheerful. "I was thinking about when you're bringing my granddaughter to see ine?

chuckled. "No hello to met No how you're doing Don't tell me you care more about your granddaughter now

"As a matter of fact, I do. I had a dream about her last night, his father said with a chuckle.

"You've not even met her yet, and you're dreaming about her already?" Derek asked, amused by his father's enthusiasm for meeting Samantha since he had never thought that having grandkids was such a big deal to him. That's my problem, not yours. When am I seeing her? Or do I have to go find her myself?" He asked, and Derek laughed.

"Don't worry I already talked with Evelyn. I'm taking her on tomorrow, We can meet somewhere."

"Why meet somewhere" his father asked. "Just bring her over to the house."

"But Mom.."

"Don't worry about your Mom. She doesn't need to know Sam is your daughter yet. Let her naturally fall in love with the kid before we say anything to her. That way, it would be harder for her to protest." Derck considered it for a moment, then nodded. "That's actually a good idea. I'll do that,"

 

Chapter 129

The following day, Derek arrived at Evelyn's home with a bouquet of bright pink roses in his hand.

He was excited about spending the day with Samantha, and he stood on the front porch for a moment, taking a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

After a few seconds, Maya opened the door with a warm smile and greeted him with a polite nod. "Good morning, sir. Please come in. Samantha is almost ready," she said, heading toward the hallway. I'll go get her." inside, his eyes sweeping the cozy living room as he settled himself onto the couch. The soft hum of quiet household noises filled the air, and Evelyn joined him just a few moments later. "Good "How is my Queen doing? And where is my princess?" He asked, and Evelyn grinned.

Dere You're right on time," she said with a bright smile as Derek rose to kiss her.

"I'm fine. Your princess wanted to make to make a grand

entrance,"

Derek turned as he heard light footsteps running down the Evelyn said, jerking her head down the hallway. Samantha

hall.

na appeared in the doorway, her face glowing, showing off her outfit.

with excitement. She was dressed in a lovely pink dress that flowed around her knees. Her hair was tied in a neat bow that matched the color of her dress, and her smile was as wide as could be. Derek clutched his chest dramatically and gasped, his expression full of mock pain. "Oh no! Princess, your beauty is too much for my heart! I don't know if I can survive!"

"Daddy! Look at my dress!" Samantha twirled,

Both Evelyn and Samantha giggled at Derek's playful reaction, and even Maya, who had been quietly watching from her corner, smiled to herself. Derek grinned, kneeling down to meet Samantha at eye level. He handed her a small flower from the bouquet and asked, "So, are you ready for our first dale, Miss Sall

Samantha beamed, clutching the flower tightly. "Yes! I'm ready!"

Derek stood up and turned to Evelyn, handing her the rest of the flowers. "For you. Don't worry, I'll bring her back early."

Evelyn took the flowers with a small smile and waved a hand dismissively. "Take your time, Derek. Maya and I will be busy at the new house, so there's no rush."

Evelyn leaned down and kissed Samantha on the forehead. "Be a good girl, okay?"

Samantha nodded eagerly, and Derek led her to the door. After helping her into the back seat of his car, he got into the driver's seat and looked at her through the rearview mirror. "Alright, Sam," he said with a smile. "We're going to have lots of fun today. And I'm going to get you lots of nice things, just you wait."

Samantha giggled I with excitement as Derek started the car. They spent the morning together, going to a toy store, visiting an ice cream parlor, and playing games at a local park. Laughter filled the air as Derek pushed her on the swings, and they took silly photos together. After a while, as they sat on a bench with Samantha eating a second scoop of ice cream, Derek turned to her with a more serious expression. "Hey, Sam, there's something I want to ask you."

Samantha looked up at him curiously, licking her ice cream. "What is it, Daddy?"

Derek leaned in slightly and asked in a hushed tone, "Can you keep a secret?"

Samantha nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with intrigue. "Yes! I can keep a secret!"

Derek smiled and continued, "Alright, so here's the deal. I want to take you to meet my parents today. But there's something important. I want to keep it a surprise that I'm your daddy, okay? So when we get there, you should just call me Rek, like you used to. It's not because I'm scared or ashamed, but I want to reveal it to them later as a big surprise. Can you do that for me?" Samantha's a's eyes sparkled, and she nodded enthusiastically. "I can do it! I'll keep the secret!" "Good girl," "Derek said, Sald What do I call them?" KISSing her forehead. "You're the best."

Samantha asked curiously.

"You can call them Mr and Mrs Stone unless they ask you to refer to them otherwise," Derek said, and with that, Derek drove them to his parents' house since his father was expecting them for lunch. When they arrived, he parked the car and helped Samantha out.

Holding her hand as they walked up to the front door.

Derek's father welcomed them at the door, having been watching the security camera to see when they would pass through the

gate

"Hello, angel. You're Samantha, right?" Derek's father asked, completely ignoring Derek as he focused on the little girl. Samantha bobbed her head, "Hello, Mr Stone. You can also call me Sammy or Sam. I'm Rek's friend."

Mr. Stone's face softened as he looked at Samantha. "Well, aren't you a sweet little thing? Come in, come in!"

"Darling, who is at the door?" Derek's mom asked, and then she paused when she saw Derek and her eyes widened when she saw Samantha.

"Hello, Mom," Derek

Derek greeted, even though they were yet to make up since their last argument.

Mrs Stone didn't say anything as her gaze remained fixed on Samantha. The resemblance between her and Derek when he was a little was striking. Who was the kid? Was this Derek's kid? When did Derek have a child this grown up? Was it possible that Derek would She seemed a bit taken aback but said nothing as Derek introduced them. "Sam, when we first met, you asked if I had a mommy and daddy. This is my mommy and daddy, and this is our house."

Samantha greeted them politely, her manners impeccable. "Hello, Mrs Stone. It is nice to meet you!" she said, looking at Derek's mom with a bright smile, which Derek's mom returned. Still, she said nothing.

Derek's child would definitely not refer to her as Mrs. Stone, she thought as she glanced at her husband to see if he was thinking the same thing.

Oblivious to what his wife was thinking, Mr Stone smiled warmly at Samantha and gestured toward the table. "Why don't you come sit with us, Sammy, and tell us all about yourself?" Samantha wasn't shy at all. She walked over and sat down at the dining table, chatting easily with Derek's father as his mother served her a plate while Derek served himself. me about t school," Derek's father urged her, and Samantha went on to tell them all about school and her teacher.

"So, you just started school school. Tell

As

the meal went on, Mrs. Stone noticed something- Samantha had the same food preferences as Derek did growing up. She glanced at her husband but said nothing, though her curiosity was clearly piqued. With her sweet voice and charming questions, Samantha quickly won over Derek's parents.

After listening to to the little little girl for some time, Mrs. Stone leaned forward and looked at Samantha, "So, how did you meet Derek?"

After the meal, Mrs Stone stacked the dishes Samantha smiled as she looked up at Derek and then told them about how she had met him. Derek chuckled as he added that they had met again at the playground after losing contact. before the the housekeepers

After the

could, and

the e moment she walked into the kitchen, she took out Samantha's and Derek's spoons and placed them in a storage bag before hiding them away. Apart from the striking resemblance and similarities between Derek and the kid, she didn't think Derek would bring any random kid into their home in the name of friendship. And she didn't buy the act her husband and Derek were putting up either. As Derek's parents saw them off a short while later, Derek's father smiled at Samantha and said, "I hope we'll see you again soon, Sam. You're so much fun. And maybe you can call me Grandpa instead of Mr Stone. Can you do that?" Samantha looked at Derek, waiting for his approval. When he nodded, she grinned and said, "Okay, Grandpa!" before hugging him.

Mrs. Stone, not wanting to be left out, added, "And if you're going to call him Grandpa, then you'd better call me Grandma too!"

and kissed her cheek.

Samantha giggled and hugged her as well. "Okay, Grandma!" She said and

Derek looked at this mother, contemplating giving her a hug, and after a moment's hesitation, he did, "I'm not fighting with you. You should stop fighting with me."

"If you don't want to fight, then you should listen to me. And you should bring "I will listen to you when you start listening to me," Derek said before walking away with Samantha.

Derek drive off with Samantha, Mr. Stone sighed contentedly and said, "You know, I feel like a real grandfather now."

Watching Der

His wife turned to him with her arms crossed. "If only that little girl were Derek's," she said with a hint of curiosity,

He raised an eyebrow at her. "And you wouldn't be upset if Derek had a child outside of wedlock?"

is done.

If the child is his, we will have to make sure he marries the mother immediately."

She shook her head. "What's done is

He chuckled. "And what about your beloved Sandra?"

"Sandra's a good girl"" Mrs. Stone replied with a shrug. "But she's not the only girl in the world. Derek doesn't have to marry only her, especially if a kid is in the picture," she said as they walked back into the house. He laughed. "Well, let's just wait and see what happens." "Yeah. Let's wait and see," she said, thinking of the DNA test she planned to do.

She intended to find out if the kid was Derek's, and if she was, then she was going to have to look into it and find out more.

 

Chapter 130

Rayna pushed her cart slowly down the grocery aisle, scanning the shelves as she went. It was late in the afternoon, and the store

wasn't very crowded, making it a peaceful time to shop.

Her list was almost complete, but she still needed to grab one more thing- her favorite cereal. She turned the corner into the cereal aisle, her eyes immediately locking on the bright blue box she always bought. heart sank when she saw there was only one box left. Quickening her pace, Rayna reached out to o grab i

it, but just as her fingers touched the box, another hand did, too.

Startled, she looked up and froze when she saw who the hand belonged to. Ethan.

Her heart skipped a beat. Was this what Fate was? Or was this just a coincidence? How was it possible that she was meeting him again this way?

Ethan's dark eyes met hers as he wondered why he was running into her again this way. He refused to believe it meant anything.

For a moment, neither of them said anything, their hands still gripping the same box of cereal. Rayna could feel her pulse quicken, and she fought to steady her breath.

"Was this planned?" He asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

ו"

beg

your pardon?" She asked, wondering what he was talking about.

"Why am I running into you here? Did you come here knowing I would be here?" He asked, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Rayna sighed. She hadn't expected to see him here, and certainly not like this. If she had thought for a moment that she would run into him here, she wouldn't be wearing her ugly errand dress.

Damn! Damn!

"Was I supposed to know you'd be here? Listen, I don't know what you're talking about, but what I do know is that I touched this first.

You should let go," she said, trying to sound confident, but her voice came out a little too weak.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so," he said flatly, still trying to figure out if his brother or sister-in-law had told Rayna that he was going grocery shopping.

Rayna blinked, caught off guard by his calm response. She tightened her grip on the box. "You know, I wouldn't have thought we had the same taste in cereal." She tried to make her tone light, but the tension between them was undeniable. Ethan scoffed, still holding the box with a firm grip. "I don't have the same taste as you. This isn't for me," he said. "It's for my sister-in-law, he lied.

At the mention of Sara, Rayna felt a flicker of guilt. She knew it was probably a pregnancy craving. She hesitated for a second before releasing the box with a sigh. "Well, if it's for Sara, I guess I can let you have it," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"But in exchange, how about I buy you a drink? To apologize for the other night." She winced slightly when she remembered how he had stormed out of the cafe the last time. Ethan's expression hardened at the mention of what she did, and he shook his head. "I don't want a drink from you. Thanks for this," he said and turned to leave with the box of cereal. Rayna blinked, taken aback by his blunt refusal, and she quickly blocked his path. "Everyone makes mistakes, you know?" she said, trying to sound reasonable.

Ethan let out a dry laugh, shaking his head again. "Sure. But not everyone goes around calling strangers names when they don't even know what they're talking about." His tone was sharp, and Rayna could feel the sting of his words. "You said I looked like a pervert." Rayna bit her lip, embarrassment flooding her. She had been so wrong that day, jumping to conclusions and Ethan's eyes narrowed, his voice e cold. "Why am I am I not surprised? he said. "Hiding behind alcohol, huh? Isn'ting her frustration get the better of her. "I... I wasn't thinking straight. I guess I had too much to drink," she said, hoping that would explain her behavior. tit funny how a drunk person accused me of being a pervert?" Rayna's face flushed with anger and humiliation. She had apzed with good intentions, trying to make things right, but now she just felt like she was being attacked. She straightened up, her chin lifting defiantly. "What's your Yes, I made an error in judgment and called you a pervert. You also said I was unattractive, didn't you? If I could forgive you for that and still humble myself to apologize to you, why do you keep acting like a jerk? You know what? Forget it," she snapped. "You might not be a pervert, but you're an unforgiving jerk, and I no longer care whether you forgive me or not. I've apologized, and that's it. You can take it or leave it." Without waiting for a response, she pushed her cart down the aisle and walked away from him. She didn't look back, but she could feel Ethan's eyes on her as she left him standing there with the cereal.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she clenched her fists, angry at both him and herself for how the conversation had gone.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket as she pushed her cart toward the checkout. She pulled it out and saw Evelyn's name on the screen.

"Hey, Evie,, Rayna answered, trying to keep her voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside her.

"Hey, Ray. Are you

"I just ran into thatelyn asked when she didn't hear the usual excitement in Rayna's voice.

t understand how Derek can be a ten, and his friend is a minus 10," Rayna said, and Evelyn giggled.

"You ran into Ethan a Doesn't that mean he's your destiny? what you said, right?" Evelyn asked, and Rayna snorted.

That was what

"More like my nemesis or archenemy," she muttered, and Evelyn hooted with laughter. "Your what? I take it you didn't ask him out as "You

"You sound like you're enjoying my annoyance Rayna hissed.

s you planned to do when you meet him?" Evelyn asked amidst her laughter.

you had such a beautiful, romantic picture. So, I'm surprised," Evelyn said as she tried to bring her laughter under control.

I'm sorry. I I'm so sorry. It's just so t so funny. I mean,

"That guy is a bastard. I'm not apologizing to

to him anymore. He can go to hell for all I care," she muttered. "What's up with you, anyway? Why did you call?" She asked curiously, not wanting to talk about Ethan anymore. "Are you home? I was thinking of dropping by," Evelyn said, her tone warm.

Rayna sighed, trying to shake off the frustration from her encounter with Ethan. "I went grocery shopping, but I'm on my way home now. You can come over if you want. I'll be there soon." "Perfect! I'll see you in an hour," Evelyn replied before hanging up.

Rayna slipped her phone back into her pocket and paid for her groceries, her mind still buzzing with thoughts of Ethan.

She couldn't believe how quickly things had spiraled, and part of her regretted how she had handled the situation. But another part of her- still stinging from his words- felt like maybe it was better this way. As she walked out of the store and headed to her car, she took a deep breath, hoping that seeing Evelyn would help take her mind off things.