Ch. 151..160

Chapter 151

Evelyn's day had been long, and by the time she stepped out of the cab in front of her home, the weight of exhaustion settled deep in her bones.

She straightened her coat as she walked up the path, a quiet sigh escaping her lips. All she wanted was a calm evening with Samantha, maybe some tea, and to collapse on the couch for a while.

As she unlocked the door, the soft murmur of voices drifted toward her. One was unmistakably Samantha's bright chatter, and the other, to her surprise, was Derek's. She paused in the doorway, blinking as she took in the scene.

She turned around, and only then did she notice that she had missed his car, which was parked outside.

Derek was seated on the floor with Samantha, a school assignment spread out in front of them. He was helping her with a math problem, and his voice was patient as he explained something. Samantha's eyes sparkled as she nodded enthusiastically, clearly thrilled to have him there.

"Daddy, I got it!" Samantha beamed, scribbling an answer down on her worksheet.

Evelyn stood there, warmth spreading through her chest as she watched them. She hadn't expected to see Derek here tonight. She stepped inside quietly, but Samantha was quick to spot her.

"Mommy!" Samantha called out excitedly, jumping up to her feet.

"Daddy's helping me with my homework!"

Evelyn smiled, though still a little surprised. "I see that, sweetheart.

You're doing great." She looked up at Derek, her brow furrowing slightly. "When did you leave your office?"

Derek rose from the floor, stretching his arms as he regarded her with a soft smile. "A while ago. You look exhausted, baby. Come sit down for a bit." His voice was gentle and filled with concern.

Without thinking, Evelyn moved toward him and sank into the chair close to him, the tension in her shoulders easing. Derek wasted no time, going to stand behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders, massaging gently. Evelyn closed her eyes briefly, grateful for the moment of respite.

Samantha, who had been watching them with a wide grin, giggled.

"Daddy's giving Mommy a massage!" she announced gleefully.

Derek chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of Evelyn's head.

"Baby, could you please get your mom a glass of water?"

"Sure!" Samantha bounced out of the room happily, leaving the two of them alone for a moment.

As soon as she was gone, Derek lowered his voice. "I was at Michael's place earlier. That was the reason I got off work early," He paused, his hands continuing to work the knots from her muscles. "I'm close to getting the final piece of evidence we need. I planted cameras and bugs. We just need this last bit of proof, and you'll be cleared."

Evelyns eyes flew open, her breath catching. "You went to Michael's house? You planted-" She stopped, her mind racing.

"Derek, are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I'm sure," he said confidently, his hands stilling as he met her gaze. "It's the last and most important piece of evidence we need to prove your innocence. Once we have it, there's no going back for them. You'll be free of this mess, and we can focus on us." Before she could respond, Samantha returned, proudly holding out a glass of water. "Here you go, Mommy!"

Evelyn smiled, taking the glass from her. "Thank you, sweetie."

Derek straightened up, looking between them. "So, was your day?"

Evelyn took a sip of the water, her mind still swirling with what Derek had just told her. She still had questions but could hardly ask them in front of Samantha. "I was busy working on an article for most of it. And then I tried to visit Rayna, but she wasn't at home or the bakery. Her phone is off. I'm very worried about her."

Derek nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. "Don't worry.

Rayna will be fine."

"Have you heard from Ethan?" Evelyn asked, unable to keep the concern from her voice.

Derek shook his head. "No, I haven't. I tried to reach out, but his phone was off. But I wouldn't worry about him either. He knows how to take care of himself."

Evelyn nodded, though the anxiety still gnawed at her. She was about to say something more when Derek casually dropped another piece of information.

"My parents asked if they could come over on Sunday," he said as he sat down beside her.

Evelyn's eyes widened slightly. "Really? Well, that's funny because mine are coming over too."

Derek grinned. "Well, that's perfect then. We can make it a family affair. Samantha gets to have all her grandparents dote on her at the same time," He said, and Samantha giggled.

"Are you going somewhere?" Evelyn asked curiously when she caught him glancing at his watch.

"I'm expecting a delivery right about now," he replied with a small smile.

"A delivery? Here? What are you expecting?"

"You will see soon," he said with a cryptic grin, standing up. Just as he spoke, a car horn honked outside.

Derek's grin widened. "Come on," he said, taking her hand. "You'll want to see this."

Evelyn, still a little confused, followed him outside. The moment they stepped out the door, her eyes widened in shock.

Parked in front of the house were two brand-new cars.

"What- what is this?" Evelyn stammered, turning to Derek.

Derek smiled, watching her face light up with surprise. "One's for you, and the other is for Samantha."

Samantha, who had followed them outside, squealed in delight and ran toward the smaller car. "This is mine? Daddy, really?" she shouted, her joy infectious.

"Yes, princess. That one's yours," Derek said as the drivers of both cars stepped out of the cars and brought the keys to him.

"Here you go, babe," Derek said, handing the keys to Evelyn, who was still stunned.

She turned to Derek, her eyes brimming with emotion. "I- Derek, this is too much."

He pulled her into a tight embrace, his voice soft against her ear.

"Nothing is too much for you, Eve. You deserve it. No more cabs.

You can use your car now."

Evelyn pulled back, her eyes shining. "We have to go for a test drive," she said, smiling.

"But I can't drive. Is it for when I'm older?" Samantha asked, and both Evelyn and Derek laughed.

"No, princess. You will get a bigger car when you grow older. For now, you'll have a driver, or Maya can drive you," Derek said, and Evelyn's expression faltered. "Wait... Where's Maya? I haven't seen her since I got back," Evelyn realized.

Derek's smile faded slightly. "She's resting upstairs. She wasn't feeling well earlier."

Evelyn frowned, recalling that she had mentioned having cramps that morning. It must be serious if she's in need of rest. never agrees to take a break." Evelyn glanced back at the house, worry creeping into her voice.

will check on her."

"Will

She quickly made her way to Maya's room and knocked gently before entering. Maya was lying on her bed, her face pale.

"Maya, what's wrong?" Evelyn asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Just... cramps," Maya murmured, her voice strained. "They've been getting worse these past few months."

Evelyn's worry deepened. "Have you taken anything?"

"Yeah, some medicine. I just need to lie down for a bit. I'll be fine," Maya reassured her, though her discomfort was evident. Evelyn hesitated, her brow furrowing. "You've never mentioned them being this bad before."

Maya gave her a small, tired smile. "It's gotten worse recently, but I'm okay. I'll rest."

"Yeah, you should rest," Evelyn said, though she wasn't entirely convinced. "I'll make dinner soon. I'll bring some up to you, okay? And if this persists, you will have to visit the hospital tomorrow.

You should see a gynecologist and find out if there is an underlying reason for this," Evelyn said, and Maya gave her a weak nod.

After checking on Maya, Evelyn returned downstairs to find Derek and Samantha still admiring the cars. She approached Derek with a soft smile.

"So, are you spending the night?" she asked.

Derek looked down at her, his gaze warm. "Is that your way of asking me to?"

Evelyn nodded, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. "Maybe."

"Then I should," he said with a grin.

Before she could say more, her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and saw Rayna's name on the screen. Her heart leaped with relief, and she quickly walked away from Derek and Samantha as she answered.

"Rayna! I've been so worried! Why

didn't you call me back? For someone who wouldn't forgive me for running off without saying a word years ago, you sure do know how to pull a disappearing act yourself."

Rayna laughed softly, to her relief, "I'm sorry, Evie. I just needed to think." Her voice was light but apologetic.

Evelyn sighed, a mixture of relief and frustration bubbling up.

"Where were you? I even came by your place and the bakery! Don't shut me out like that again. I was so worried."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I left the house for a while. But I'm fine now. In fact, I've made up my mind."

Evelyn's heart lifted. "You have?"

"Yes. You are right. Ethan being ET,

is a sign that we are meant to be. I don't care what he thinks. I'm going after him. Whether he likes it or not, he's my soulmate. I'm not letting him go over some petty

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misunderstanding."

Evelyn couldn't help but laugh. "Now, that's the Rayna I know!"

"That's me, baby! On that note, are you up for shopping tomorrow?" Rayna asked, and Evelyn giggled.

"I'm up for anything as long as it's with you. Let's do it," Evelyn said, and Rayna screeched happily.

As she ended the call, she returned to Derek, who had been watching her curiously, "Ethan better buckle up, 'cause what Ray wants, Ray gets!" She said with a grin, and Derek chuckled.

 

Chapter 152

As Sandra sat in the back of the cab on her way to Michael's place, she rested her head against the cool window as her thoughts flitted back to the time she'd spent shopping with Derek's mother and how seamlessly she was fitting into the family.

Thinking about what Derek's mom had said about her parents being present at the birthday party and about it being a significant night, Sandra raised her hand to look at her finger, and she smiled as she imagined a diamond ring on it.

Thinking about Derek proposing to her on that night, she decided that even though Derek's mother had asked her to make the party an intimate affair, it wouldn't be a bad idea for the party to be covered and put on the front page of the magazine- that way news of her engagement to Derek would be made public faster.

She sighed dreamily at the thought of finally being Mrs. Stone.

Nothing and nobody could stop her now- not Evelyn, and definitely not Michael. She was going to take care of them.

Evelyn was always going to be a threat to her as long as Evelyn knew about her and Michael's affair. She couldn't have that.

After what Michael tried to do, she knew that he, too, was a threat.

He would always want to hold something over her, and she couldn't have anyone blackmailing her.

She might have failed the last time with the drugging incident, but she wouldn't fail again. She couldn't afford to. That was why she was planning something even bigger and better now for those two. A permanent way to get rid of them. She was going to use one stone to kill two birds.

Not wanting to dwell on that, she took her phone out of her purse and dialed Derek's number with a smile. The phone rang twice before Derek picked up.

Away from there, Derek was seated in the dining with Evelyn and Samantha, having dinner as Samantha told them all about school.

Derek's phone vibrated on the table, and he glanced at the screen.

"It's Sandra," he muttered under his breath, trying not to show his irritation.

"Shouldn't she be on her way to Michael's or with him already? You should answer it," Evelyn said, her voice gentle but firm.

Derek hesitated, his eyes darting to Samantha, who was happily nibbling on her pasta, unaware of the tension.

Evelyn chuckled at his reluctance, knowing why he didn't want to take it in front of her. "Go on. I don't mind," she said, waving him off with a smile. "Just don't take too long."

With a sigh, Derek got up from the table, shaking his head as he glanced at Samantha again. Evelyn laughed softly, amused by his internal struggle, as he excused himself from the table and walked into the hallway for some privacy.

He answered the call. "Hello, Sandra."

Sandra's pout was almost audible through the phone. "I always have to be the one calling you, Derek. Do you ever miss me?"

Derek rubbed his forehead, his patience thinning. "We've been over this several times, Sandra. You know I'm busy. Are you sure you want to be with someone who's always tied up with work? You might end up lonely. Maybe it's best we end things if you can't cope." There was a brief silence before Sandra quickly reassured him, her voice suddenly soft and eager. "I don't mind as long as you come back home to me every night. That's all that matters."

Derek leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling. "If that's enough for you.." he said, trailing off. He could already feel the strings of Sandra's ambitions pulling at the edges of their nonexistent relationship.

Sandra, however, was undeterred. "So, I went shopping with your mother today," she said brightly, wanting to change the subject. "It was so much fun! We picked out a few things for you, too."

Derek raised an eyebrow. "That's nice. I'm glad to hear you're getting along with her. She's important to me."

Sandra giggled, clearly trying to steer the conversation in her favor.

"Oh, and she told me her birthday is in three weeks. Guess who's planning it?"

Derek chuckled, already seeing through her subtle attempts. "Let me guess- you?"

"Mmm-hmm!" Sandra's voice was light and playful. "She said it's going to be a significant night, and my family was invited. I want it to be special, Derek. So, I was thinking... Maybe I could invite a couple of reporters and have my magazine cover the event. You know, make it glamorous! What do you think?"

Derek smiled slightly. He knew exactly what she was fishing for. "If that's what you want, Sandra, go ahead. I don't mind."

Sandra was practically glowing through the phone now. "You don't mind? Really?"

Derek laughed softly. "Sure, I've got a big announcement to make that night, so it's probably to have them there."

There was a gasp on the other end of the line. "A big announcement? What is it?" she asked eagerly.

He shook his head, amusement coloring his voice. "Now, Sandra, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it? Don't ruin the surprise by asking too many questions."

She let out a breathless giggle, delighted that she was right, and he planned to propose. "Well, I'll have to make sure I wear something spectacular then. You'll love it, I promise."

Derek sighed, already tired of the charade. "I'm sure you'll look great. Now, I really have to get back to work."

"Alright, alright," Sandra said, still giddy. "I'll let you go. Just don't forget our plans for this weekend, okay? You have to pick me up."

"Sure. I haven't forgotten," Derek replied, and with that, he ended the call.

He turned around to head back to the dining room but stopped in his tracks when he saw Evelyn standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed and a curious smile on her face.

"So," she said, raising an eyebrow. "What was that about?"

Derek chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "She seems to think I'm going to propose to her at my mother's birthday party. She's already planning to have reporters cover the whole thing. She's in for a surprise, just not the one she's expecting." Evelyn shook her head, her smile fading. "I don't think that is a good idea, Derek. It will be a public disgrace not only for her but for our parents."

Derek shrugged. "It's her idea. If she wants to expose herself to the world, that's on her. Besides, your parents did nothing wrong to feel embarrassed," he said, and she sighed.

"Come on. Let's get back to Samantha," he said softly, touching her arm and she followed him even though there was a flicker of worry in her eyes.

Away from there, as Sandra got out

of the cab outside Michaels house, she took a deep breath, reminding herself that she had to stay in

control. Michael was just a means to an end. This would all be over soon, and she'd finally have everything she wanted-Derek, his family's wealth, and the respect she craved.

She could feel the tension rising as she walked up to the door and rang the bell. Glancing around, she hoped no one was watching.

The door opened, and there he was, standing in the doorway with a glass of wine in hand, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, well, I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up," Michael said, stepping aside to let her in.

Sandra walked past him into the living room, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "Why wouldn't I? We've already resolved our differences." Her voice was calm, but she couldn't help glancing around the room, half-expecting some hidden camera to pop out.

Michael's eyes followed her gaze, and he chuckled. "Looking for something?" he asked, taking a sip of his wine.

Sandra turned to face him, her lips curving into a half-smile. "Just making sure you didn't set up any secret cameras," she said, her tone light but with a hint of caution.

Michael raised his glass in a mock toast. "I have no reason to do that, Sandy. You don't need to worry."

She shrugged, dismissing the thought, but there was always a small part of her that couldn't fully trust him anymore. "Good," she said, walking over to the sofa and sitting down.

"Would you like a drink?" Michael asked, and she eyed the bottle but shook her head.

"Thanks. But I'm not in the mood for one tonight."

Michael sat down across from her, his expression playful but with an underlying intensity. "Fine," he said as he set down his glass.

Sandra leaned forward in her seat, "So, I have a suggestion..."

"Let's talk after... I didn't invite you to talk."

Sandra knew precisely what he meant, and although she hated every moment of it, she forced herself to smile. "Alright," she murmured, standing up slowly and walking toward the room. There was no point in resisting. She still needed him on her side-for now.

As Michael tried to catch his breath after he was done having sex with her, she walked away to the bathroom to clean up, feeling irritated by the act.

As she returned to join him, Michael glanced at her. "You weren't as... responsive tonight, he said, his voice low and disapproving.

Sandra sighed, "I have a lot on my mind," she admitted as she sat down, then turned to face him. "Why don't you go and freshen up so we can talk?"

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you have to say must be pretty important to you," he said and when she nodded he rose and walked into the bathroom to freshen up.

As he walked away, Sandra picked up his phone to confirm that he wasn't recording their conversation. Evelyn had taught her a valuable lesson, and she couldn't take chances anymore.

She returned to the living room with both their phones and sat there as she waited for him to join her again.

"So, what's on your mind?" Michael asked as he joined her a moment later.

Sandra crossed her arms, her expression serious. "I think we should get rid of Evelyn."

Michael paused for a moment, and then he sighed in exasperation. "Sandra, we've been over this. You said you didn't want to deal with Evelyn anymore. Why are you still stuck on her?" Sandra's eyes narrowed as she leaned closer to him. "Because as long as she knows about our affair, she's a threat to both of us.

Don't you see that?"

Michael shook his head, looking tired. "She's not going to do anything. She hasn't even said or done anything since the hotel incident. She is keeping her distance, and you should, too. Stop being paranoid."

Sandra clenched her jaw, her voice

turning cold. "No, Michael. I'm not being paranoid. I'm being practical. The fact that she hasn't even said or done anything despite all she knows is what worries me most. What if she is waiting for the perfect moment to do that? Evelyn could ruin everything. We can't afford to let her walk around knowing what she knows."

Michael stared at her, his expression shifting from confusion to shock as he realized what she was suggesting. "You're talking about killing her," he said, his voice low. Sandra didn't flinch. "Yes, I am."

Michael's eyes widened, and he leaned back, shaking his head.

"Sandra, that's... that's insane. Why would you go that far?"

She gave him a stern look. "Because

I'm tired of Evelyn. I want her gone, permanently. I don't want her

stealing my parents from me or anything. And by doing this, we both have something on our hands Neither of us can betray the other without going down with them."

Michael stared at her for a long moment, trying to process what she was saying. He had always known Sandra was ambitious, but this... this was another level. "I'll... think about it," he said finally, not knowing what else to say. Sandra's gaze was unrelenting. "Don't take too long. I want it done before your aunt's birthday when Derek proposes to me. I can't have Evelyn hovering over us like a dark cloud."

"Derek told you already that he's going to propose?" Michael asked, and she smiled.

"Both he and his mother hinted at it. Why else would they want my parents to be at the party?" she said, and Michael nodded.

"That's good," Michael said, and Sandra smiled.

"Good? It's more than good. It is wonderful. Amazing. We are almost at our destination. All that is left now is to take out the obstacle on our path," Sandra said, but Michael didn't respond. He just stared at her, with uncertainty clouding his mind. As much as he agreed with her that they would get rid of Evelyn if she would ruin their plans, he wasn't sure what Sandra was thinking. He wasn't certain yet if he could still trust her.

 

Chapter 153

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp as Derek lay beside Evelyn, his arms wrapped around her. His fingers absentmindedly stroked her hair as he watched her sleep peacefully.

He could tell she was pretty exhausted, seeing how she had slept off in the middle of their conversation about getting more help around the house to reduce Maya's workload. That way, Maya could focus solely on Samantha. Suddenly, a sharp ping broke through the stillness of the room.

Derek's phone lit up on the nightstand. Frowning at the noise and worried it might disturb Evelyn's sleep, he carefully extracted his arm from beneath Evelyn and reached for the device.

More pings followed, causing his curiosity to be piqued as the screen flashed with a string of notifications.

Derek unlocked the phone to see a series of voice recordings and videos from his source, who was monitoring the bugs and camera in Michael's apartment.

His stomach tightened when he saw the subject line of one of the audio read: Urgent.

Before he could delve deeper, Evelyn stirred beside him. Her eyes fluttered open, dizzy and confused by the sudden noise. "What's that?" she mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "Who's messaging you at this hour?" Derek sighed, giving her a sheepish smile. "Sorry for waking you, babe. It's... it's about Sandra and Michael. I think it's important."

At the mention of those names, Evelyn immediately sat up straighter, concern, etching lines on her face. "What did they do this time?"

Derek's eyes narrowed as he stared at his phone. "I haven't listened yet. It's a bunch of recordings and videos. The fact that they're sending it this late means it must be important."

He played the urgent recording, and both of them listened intently as Sandra's voice crackled through the speakers. Her tone was calculating and full of malice as she suggested they get rid of Evelyn.

Evelyn's breath hitched, her skin paling as the blood drained from her face. She clutched the blanket tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. Derek's hand froze around the phone as he felt a rush of fury surging through him. "She's planning to... kill me," Evelyn whispered, her voice trembling and full of disbelief.

She had known that Sandra didn't like her, but it shocked her to hear Sandra hated her to the point of talking about getting rid of her so casually. What did she ever do to deserve such a level of hatred?

Derek slammed his phone down on the bed after the recording ended, his expression dark and unforgiving. His jaw clenched, barely able to contain the rage simmering beneath the surface.

"What kind of a person is she?" He asked, and then when he turned to Evelyn and saw how pale she was, he shook his head.

"I won't let that happen. I swear to you, Evelyn, Sandra's going to pay for this. I will submit this to the police and get her arrested.

She won't get anywhere near you," he promised fervently.

Evelyn shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "We can't use this evidence, Derek. It was obtained illegally. If we go to the police, how will you explain planting bugs in Michael's house?"

Derek's face hardened, his mind racing as he tried to find a solution. When he planted the bug and cameras, all he had wanted was evidence to show their family that those two were having an affair. He hadn't expected Sandra to go this far or to capture something like this. "I didn't think she would actually plan something this extreme..."

Evelyn bit her lip, still shaken. "Neither did I. I don't understand why she hates me so much."

Derek took her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm going to have her phone bugged. It's obvious that Sandra is more dangerous than Vichael at this point. I'll make sure she slips up somewhere that can be used against her."

Evelyn swallowed hard, her voice barely audible. "How am I supposed to look her in the face now? How do I act normal around someone who's plotting my murder?"

"You won't have to put up with her for long," Derek said firmly, pulling her back into his arms. "I'll deal with this. I promise you.

But you need to try and get some sleep."

Evelyn stared at him incredulously. "How do you expect me to sleep after hearing my sister is planning to kill me?"

Derek sighed, holding her tighter as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I know that was hard to hear, but staying awake won't solve this. You're going to work tomorrow, so you should try to get some rest. I promise I won't let her touch even a strand of your hair. I'll keep you safe."

"If she plans to kill me, what do you think she would do to Samantha if she finds out she is yours?" Evelyn asked, her thoughts drifting to Samantha.

"Do you trust me?" Derek asked, lifting her chin with his forefinger so we would look into his eyes.

Evelyn held his gaze for a moment before giving him a nod, "Then believe me when I say no harm will come to you or Samantha.

There is no length I wouldn't go to keep you both safe. Now go to sleep," Derek said as he turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

As Derek held Evelyn close in the darkness, he felt her body trembling against his, her silent tears soaking into his shirt. His heart broke for her, but beneath his sadness, anger boiled within him.

He held Evelyn closer, his mind already calculating his next move.

He was going to protect her, even if it meant destroying Sandra in the process.

Sandra had crossed a line in her schemes, and he would make sure she paid for it whether or not she was Evelyn's sister. No matter what it took, he was going to catch her red-handed and put an end to her plans.

Evelyn pulled into the company parking lot in her new car the next morning. The silver exterior gleamed under the morning sunlight as she found a spot near the entrance.

It was a new model, the latest, and for a moment, she allowed herself a flicker of pride as she got out of the car, but that flicker of pride vanished the moment she saw Sandra's car pulling in beside

her.

Evelyn stiffened, her heart thumping as memories from the previous night surged back. The voice recording of Sandra's cold clipped words echoed in her mind - telling Michael they should kill her. She had tossed and turned all night, barely sleeping. And when sleep did come, it was full of nightmares- nightmares of Sandra standing over her with a knife.

Now, seeing Sandra step out of her car, every muscle in Evelyn's body tensed. She wasn't sure what to do or what to say. Could she act like everything was normal and pretend to know nothing? Telling herself that she didn't have to say a word to Sandra, she started to walk away, but that didn't stop Sandra from hurrying to catch up with her.

"Evie, I see you've got a new car. It's

a beauty. Congratulations," Sandra said lightly with a smile plastered across her face, even though her stomach churned with jealousy and annoyance at the sight of Evelyn driving such an expensive car.

She couldn't help but wonder how Evelyn had been able to afford it or if it was her daughter's father who had gotten her the car.

On the other hand, Evelyn's mouth went dry, her thoughts racing.

Her stomach churned as she imagined Sandra getting someone to tamper with the car while she worked, cutting the brakes and setting her up for an "accident."

Sandra's eyes narrowed slightly as Evelyn remained silent. "Why so quiet this morning?" she asked, her voice taking on a mocking edge. "Come on, we should get inside. We have a lot of articles to review."

As Sandra turned to head toward the

building, something inside Evelyn snapped. She couldn't let it go on

like this, She couldn't live in fear,

constantly wondering what sheet

to make Sandra hate her to

the point

of wanting her dead all for a man.

"Sandra," Evelyn's voice came out more forceful than she had intended. Sandra paused, her back still turned. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Sandra slowly turned around, her face blank, as if she hadn't heard Evelyn properly. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her tone casual, but there was an edge beneath it.

Evelyn clenched her fists at her sides. "Don't act like you don't know. We're alone now. Just tell me. Why do you hate me? Why have you been doing everything to make my life miserable? What did I do to deserve this?"

Sandra sighed, the smile vanishing from her face. She glanced around the empty lot before her eyes landed back on Evelyn. "Is this another one of your attempts to record me and use it against me?" she asked coldly. "I'm not recording anything. I just want to know. I need to know." Evelyn's voice wavered slightly, but she held her ground.

Sandra didn't respond right away. Instead, she pulled out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. After a moment, she turned the screen toward Evelyn.

[How can you ask that? Have you forgotten already how you treated me like trash the first time your father married my mother?]

Evelyn's eyes widened as she read the words. Her mind raced back to those years, but nothing about Sandra's accusation seemed right.

"That's not true," Evelyn said, shaking her head.

Sandra snorted, her fingers moved again, furiously typing out another message.

[Your father spent all his time

treating you like a princess and trying to make you happy, while my mother tried to be good to you and win your heart as your stepmom. You got all the attention while I was ignored. You always got everything first-every decision, every gift, every bit of attention. I was always left with your leftovers, always standing in your shadow. You decided where we went to high school and where we went to college. You were always in control, and I was just... there. Wherever we went, you took all the attention. You were always the golden one.

Nothing I did could ever compare to you. I hate you for it. I always have.]

Evelyn felt a cold chill sweep through her as she read the message. She opened her mouth to protest, to defend herself, but the words stuck in her throat. Was that really how Sandra had seen things all this time? She had never thought about it that way- never thought that Sandra felt so overshadowed. "But that's not true..." Evelyn whispered, her voice small, her chest tight with disbelief and hurt. "I am your older sister and...

"Sister? You're not my sister," Sandra interrupted, her eyes dark with old resentment as she lowered her phone for a moment and locked eyes with Evelyn.

Evelyn felt like the ground had been pulled from under her. "Have you always felt this way? Has there never been a moment when you thought of me as your sister or friend? Not even once?" Evelyn asked, her voice breaking slightly. Sandra's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Sister? Friend? No, Evelyn.

Never. You ve never been either to me. I've hated you for as long as I can remember," Sandra replied coldly. She turned on her heel and walked toward the entrance, leaving Evelyn standing there, frozen in place.

Evelyn stared at her, stunned into silence, her heart pounding. This whole time, she had thought it was mere jealousy and greed, but now she realized she was wrong. She was facing a hatred so deep it shook her.

 

Chapter 154

Evelyn stood frozen in the parking lot, her legs trembling beneath her. Sandra's light, mocking words echoed in her head, but all Evelyn could hear was that cold, calculating voice from the night before-suggesting they get rid of her. How was she supposed to act normal around someone who harbored such hatred? She mused as she glanced toward the entrance of the building, wanting nothing more than to flee, but her body refused to move. Her eyes stung as tears welled up, blurring her vision. A lump formed in her throat, and before she could stop herself, she turned on her heel and headed back to her car. Evelyn slid i d into

the driver's seat, her hands shaking as she fumbled to close the door. Once she was safely inside, she broke down. Hot, silent tears streamed down her cheeks, and her chest heaved with the effort of suppressing her sobs. She gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, her whole body trembling. How could Sandra despise her so much?

Somehow, hearing those words directly from Sandra hurt much more than the act of betrayal itself.

She had believed that Sandra did all that because she was in love with Michael and they were a greedy pair who wanted to reap where they did not sow at any cost, but she didn't imagine that all their time together had been a lie.

Her phone buzzed in her lap, but she ignored it for a moment, too overwhelmed to do anything. After several seconds, she wiped her face, blinking back the tears as she picked up the phone. It was Rayna. Without thinking, she tapped the call button. "Hey, girl! Guess what I'm up to!" Rayna's cheerful voice filled her ear, but Evelyn couldn't respond.

Evelyn sniffed, trying to hold back another wave of tears, but it was no use. The moment Rayna heard the silence, her tone shifted immediately. "Evelyn? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Evelyn let out a shaky breath, her voice cracking. "It's Sandra...

"Sandra?" Rayna's voice sharpened with concern. "What happened? Did she say or do something?"

"She... she hates me, Rayna. I thought it was just sibling rivalry or something, but it's worse than that." Evelyn could barely get the words out, her chest tightening with every breath.

"Okay. Calm down and tell me exactly what happened. Take a deep breath first," Rayna said, and Evelyn did as she asked.

Rayna listened quietly as Evelyn told her all about her exchange with Sandra that morning, and then she frowned.

"I'm missing something. Why did you choose to ask her that this morning? Did something trigger your question?" Rayna asked, wondering why Evelyn had asked Sandra why she hated her. "She told Michael they should... kill me."

There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end of the line before Rayna's voice returned, now filled with shock. "What?

Are you serious? She actually said that?"

"I heard it. I listened to a recording of her saying it. She's planning to get rid of me. Can you believe it, Ray?"

Rayna sucked in a sharp breath. "Evelyn, this is becoming really serious. Have you gone to the police?"

Evelyn wiped her tear-streaked face, shaking her head even though Rayna couldn't see her. "How can I go to the police? The recording was gotten from bugging Michael's house. It's illegal evidence." Rayna was quiet for a moment, then her voice softened. "What did Derek say?"

"He promised to take care of it," Evelyn whispered. "But I'm scared, Rayna. I'm so terrified. What if something happens to me? To Samantha? They know about her now. I don't know what they'll do if they find out she is Derek's." Rayna's voice was serious now.

"Evelyn, it's normal to be worried.

I'd be terrified, too. Sandra's always given me the vibe that she's in some sort of competition with you, but I never thought it was this deep. She's clearly dangerous, and this isn't something you can ignore."

"I don't even feel safe driving my car anymore," Evelyn admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if she tampers with it?

Cuts the brakes or something?"

Rayna let out a nervous laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Well, first of all, what car are we talking about?"

Evelyn paused for a moment, realizing she hadn't told Rayna about the car yesterday. "Derek bought me a new car. One for me and one for Samantha. We were checking it out when you called yesterday."

Rayna screeched with excitement on the other end. "Girl! Why didn't you tell me sooner? We need to celebrate this! Forget about Sandra for a second- this is a big deal!"

Despite everything, a small smile tugged at the corners of Evelyn's mouth. "I know, I just... it's hard to enjoy anything right now. I keep thinking about what Sandra might do. What if she tries to tamper with the car? I barely slept after listening to the recording last night. Each time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Sandra with a knife."

Rayna's tone sobered again. "Look, if you're really that worried, maybe leave the car at home for now and take a cab to work. But honestly, if Sandra's desperate enough to hurt you, she'll find a way, car or no car."

Evelyn sighed, exhaustion washing over her. "I'm so tired, Rayna. I don't want any harm to come to me or Samantha. Maybe I should just... leave. Get out of town. Take Samantha and go somewhere safe."

Rayna's voice turned firm. "No. You're not running away. I reject every spirit of cowardice speaking through you right now, Evelyn."

Evelyn couldn't help but laugh, even through her tears. "I'm serious, Rayna. I'm scared."

"I know you are, and it's okay to be scared," Rayna said gently. "But you can't let that fear control you. You need to trust Derek. He's already handling it, and you said they have eyes on Sandra and Michael. You're not alone in this. If you need my help in any way, all you have to do is let me know."

Before Evelyn could respond, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. She glanced at the screen and sighed when she saw the call was from Derek. "Rayna, can I call you back? Derek's calling." "Really, bitch? You're going to hang up on me so you can talk to a man?" Rayan joked, and Evelyn laughed weakly.

"It might be important. I'll call you back. I promise."

Rayna chuckled. "Of course. Go talk to your man. You can call me back much later, okay?"

Evelyn smiled. "I will. Thanks."

As Rayna hung up, Evelyn quickly switched over to Derek's call.

"Hey," she said, her voice soft.

"Are you at the office now?" Derek's voice was calm, but there was a hint of concern.

He had seen how worried she was when they both were getting ready for work that morning, and he knew she hadn't slept well since she had woken up several times with a startled gasp. "No... I'm still in my car."

There was a pause on the other end before Derek spoke again.

"You okay? Finding it hard to face her?"

Evelyn hesitated. "I... I ran into her in the parking lot already. She was acting all friendly, like nothing was wrong, and it just... it shook me. I couldn't stop thinking about what she said last night. I confronted her."

"You told her about the recording?" Derek asked, alarmed.

"No, not that," Evelyn said, and then she went on to tell him about the conversation. As she spoke, she broke down in tears again.

Derek's voice hardened. "I told you not to worry about Sandra. I will handle her. I promise."

"What if she tampers with my car?" Evelyn asked, her anxiety creeping back in. "What if she tries to..."

"I'm not taking any chances," Derek interrupted firmly. "I'm getting you a driver. He'll double as your bodyguard, and I'll do the same for Samantha.

Neither of you is going anywhere alone from now on. Her phone's going to be bugged by the end of today. We'll find out everything she's planning."

Evelyn felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Okay... that sounds like a good idea."

Derek's voice softened. "I love you. I don't want you to be scared.

I'm going to protect you. You and Samantha- no one's going to hurt you."

Tears filled her eyes again, but they weren't from fear this time. "I love you too," she whispered.

Derek paused, "Say that again," he said, and she frowned.

"What?" Evelyn asked in confusion.

"Repeat what you just said," Derek said with a wide smile. "That I love you too?" Evelyn asked, and Derek chuckled. "Yes. Tell me you love me, he said happily, and she giggled.

"I love you, Derek. I love you so much," she said, and he grinned happily.

"Good. Finally, I don't have to say it without a response," Derek said, his tone lighter now. "Now, go inside and get through the day.

I'll check in with you later. And by the end of the day, I'll get the bodyguard," he promised.

Evelyn took a deep breath, wiping her face one last time. "Alright.

Thanks. Talk to you later."

As she hung up, a sense of calm began to settle over her. Sandra might be dangerous, but once again, she had been reminded that she wasn't alone in this fight. Derek and Rayna were both looking out for her. And with that thought, she fixed her makeup and stepped out of the car, ready to face the day ahead.

 

Chapter 155

Rayna wiped her flour-dusted hands on her apron and carefully closed the lid of the box she had just packed with an assortment of pastries.

The aroma of fresh muffins, brownies, and her signature lemon tarts filled the small kitchen in her bakery.

She smiled as she took off her apron, knowing that Melvin and Sarah would appreciate the sweet treats. But her smile faded as she grabbed her keys and headed out to her car. Her thoughts drifted to Ethan.

How do I get through to him?' Rayna asked herself, the question circling her mind as she drove down the road leading to Melvin and Sarah's house.

She tried

to reach him by phone last night and this morning, but he seemed to have blockedlisted her line.

Rayna sighed, hoping that maybe Melvin and Sarah could help.

They had always been warm and understanding, and she had been told that they had come to find her at the bakery the previous day.

She believed that was because they knew what was up, and she hoped they would know what to do to fix her and Ethan.

They had to.

Ethan was the man for her, and she didn't want to believe that she had messed it up carelessly. The idea that he had once told her he loved her only made it harder to bear his loss.

She pulled into the driveway of Melvin and Sarah's cozy home, the house that always felt welcoming and full of life. As she parked her car and grabbed the box of pastries, she tried to shake off her got this!"

nerves.

Taking a deep breath, she told herself to relax. "You're a bad bite Red out, her round belly leading the way. She grinned, her face lighting up at the sight of Rayna.

The front door opened before she even reached it, and Sarah waddled

"Rayna! Oh, you're a sight for sore eyes!" Sarah beamed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And you brought treats! You have no idea how much I've been craving something sweet." Rayna laughed, handing her the box. "I thought you might like these. I made extra lemon tarts, just for you." "You're a a saint,"

Sarah sighed, carefully opening the box and peeking inside. "Melvin, look what Rayna brought!" she called over her shoulder.

Melvin appeared in the doorway, his easy grin in place. "Hey, Rayna! Come on in. Sarah's been over the moon since you called to say you were coming over."

Rayna followed them into the house, feeling a bit of warmth and hope spread through her. Maybe this would help. Maybe Melvin and Sarah could give her the advice she needed to deal with Ethan.

As they settled into the living room, Sarah popped a tart into her mouth and sighed with contentment. "These are heaven, Rayna."

"Wait till you try out my new recipe," Rayna said with a proud smile as she settled comfortably in her seat.

Ito reach you all day yesterday and even the night before.

"We tried to

What happened with Ethan? He's been in such a foul mood since two nights ago, and he's not even taking calls or anything. Why is he so mad at you?" Melvin said, and Rayna shifted in her seat, feeling the weight of their attention on her. She took a deep breath and began to explain. "It was a misunderstanding," Rayna said and then explained the incident at the club.

Sarah frowned, her brows knitting together. "That's why he's upset? Because of the club incident?" "Yeah."

Rayna nodded.

Melvin's expression softened, and he sighed. "Harassment is a sensitive subject for Ethan. He has been through something like this before. Back in high school, a girl he rejected accused him of rape. It was pretty serious. He could've gone to jail if there hadn't been Saran ghed deeply, "I guess it makes sense why he is upset now.

e probably was triggered by the accusation."

He p

Rayna felt a pang of guilt twist in her chest. "I didn't know. I had no idea."

Melvin said gently. "But Ethan holds han holds grudges. It's usually not easy for him to let things go."

"I know," Me

Rayna looked at Sarah, hoping for a solution. "Do you think there's anything I can do to change his mind? I ran into him at the grocery store last Saturday and..."

"You both me last Saturday?" Sarah interrupted, her face curious.

Ethan had not mentioned anything about running into Rayna that day.

"Yeah... we sort of grabbed the same box of cereal. It was the last on the shelf. He said it was for you, so I let him have it," Rayna explained.

Sarah and Melvin exchanged an amused look, and then both burst into laughter.

At that, Sarah

"What?" Rayna asked, bewildered. "What's so funny?"

Ray

shaking his head. "Rayna, the cereal wasn't for Sarah. It was for Ethan."

you, Rayna. I only recommended the store to him because he said he was going grocery shopping."

in confusion. "Wait, what? He lied? He said it was for Sarah, so I let him take it!"

I chuckled ked im

Saran giggled. "Looks like he played can't believe he took my box of cereals yet refused to accept my apology," Rayna said as she looked from Sarah to Melvin and then back again.

Rayna shook her head in disbelief. "I

"Listen, I believe that Ethan is my soul mate. He might not think so right now, but I believe he is, and I don't want to lose him. Can you both tell me what to do to win his heart?" Rayna pleaded.

"I wish I could help. But after seeing how upset he was because he thought we told you about his ad and made you apply for it, I do not want to get involved," Melvin said apologetically.

Sarah's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh, Rayna, you're a beautiful lady. Use your feminine wiles! Ethan's still a man, after all. And trust me, you're his Golden Sun. No matter how upset he is, he won't be able to resist you forever." Rayna sighed. "I don't even know how to reach him. He's blocked me everywhere."

"Well," Sarah said, glancing at Melvin, who looked hesitant, "I can give you his address."

"Sarah..." Melvin warned, but Sarah ignored him.

"It's okay, Mel. Rayna's practically family already," Sarah said with a grin. She scribbled down an address and handed it to Rayna. "I really hope you two work things out. I'd love for you to be my sister-in-law."

Rayna smiled gratefully, tucking the address into her pocket. "I hope so, too."

Just as she stood to leave, she saw Ethan standing there in the hallway, and his expression hardened the moment their eyes met.

"I see you're all still plotting," he said, his voice cold even though his heart ached at the sight of her. He couldn't believe that this was the lady he had been on the phone with for all those hours.

Rayna's heart sank, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. "Can we talk?"

Before Ethan could respond, Melvin and Sarah quickly stood up, awkward smiles on their faces.

"We'll, uh, leave you two to it," Melvin said, ushering Sarah out of the room with the box of sweet treats in hand.

Once they were gone, Rayna took a deep breath. "I'm really sorry about what happened at the club and at the grocery store. I didn't mean to..."

Ethan looked at her, his jaw tight. "Forget it. Nothing's going to change. Let's pretend the ad never happened and all those calls... let's forget all about them," Ethan said as he turned to leave. "But you told me you loved me. How can you just forget all about them?"

Rayna asked, stopping him before he could leave, her voice barely a whisper.

"I loved the version of you I didn't know was you," Ethan replied harshly. "It doesn't matter anymore. I made a mistake. Let's forget it. I'm an unforgiving jerk, remember?"

Raynas heart ached at his words, but she couldn't give up.

"Please, Ethan. Can we just put this whole thing behind us? I messed up. I'm sorry. You said I'm your soul mate, remember?"

Ethan shook his head, his expression unreadable. "I told that to all the other four ladies too. You're not an exception. There was nothing special..."

"Don't, Ethan!" Rayna stopped him.

Ethan took a deep breath. "I don't hold anything against you. I'm not interested in you enough to hold any grudges. I don't want

someone like you in my life. You can move on now, 'cause I have.

I'm meeting with the next lady on my list," Ethan said, and with that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Rayna standing there.

She had not expected him to show up here, listen to her, or make things work out easily.

He was mad, and she understood better now that Melvin had told her why he was so pissed about the club incident. She knew it was going to take some time to earn his forgiveness and win his heart, but she was going to do that.

 

Chapter 156

Evelyn sat at her desk, glancing at the clock for the fifth time in ten minutes. It was finally Friday, and she had managed to avoid interacting closely with Sandra for the last two days since their exchange in the parking lot.

Having the bodyguard Derek promised made her feel a little safer, but knowing Sandra was lurking around, pretending to be innocent, still sent chills down her spine.

Evelyn sighed and gathered her things. She had promised Rayna they'd go shopping today, and it was an excellent excuse to leave work early. After everything that had happened, some time with her best friend sounded perfect. Besides, they both needed to find outfits for the high school reunion the next day.

She sent Rayna a quick text to say she was on her way and walked out of the office to her car where her bodyguard sat, waiting.

Evelyn couldn't help but feel odd about having a bodyguard - it was as though her life had turned into some thriller movie. But with everything happening with Sandra, she was grateful Derek had insisted on it.

By the time she got to the mall, Rayna was waiting for her at the entrance with a big smile on her face as usual, but Evelyn could tell something was off.

"Hey, you okay?" Evelyn asked as soon as they hugged.

"Sure," Rayna said as they entered the brightly lit mall, "So, where is the card?" Rayna asked with forced enthusiasm.

Evelyn laughed as she brought out the card which Derek had given her and flashed it at Rayna, "He said we can buy as much as we want and not just for the reunion."

"How does it feel to be with such a wealthy guy? I know you're not with him for money, but there are people who get love but not money, and there are people who get love and money with not-so-good-looking guys, but you got the complete package. How does it feel?" Rayna asked, and Evelyn giggled.

"It feels wonderful" she admitted.

"I bet it does" Rayna said as they walked into one of their favorite stores, a boutique filled with stylish dresses perfect for the reunion.

As they sifted through the racks, Evelyn asked, "So, what's the update? How are things going with ET?"

Rayna's smile faded, and she sighed heavily. "The situation with Ethan is driving me crazy, Evie," Rayna said with a shake of her head, her expression troubled.

Evelyn glanced over at her friend, concern etched on her face. "I guess he's still not willing to see you?"

Rayna groaned in frustration. "He's still not talking to me. I tried reaching out, but nothing. I'm beginning to believe he meant what he said about moving on. I don't know what to do anymore."

Evelyn tried to think of the right words to comfort her friend. "I'm sure if it is meant to be, he'll come around," Evelyn said, her voice calm and steady.

"Maybe he still needs time. At least you understand why he felt so upset now. Anyone in his shoes would

be triggered. And Derek also said that when Ethan is hurt, he shuts people out but always comes back."

Rayna shook her head, her frustration clear. "Maybe this is different. Maybe I'm really not his type physically, and he doesn't like me. I'm at my wit's end. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Maybe I'm just wasting my time, and I should listen to him and move

on."

Evelyn paused, holding up a soft, burgundy dress in front of the mirror. She glanced at Rayna's reflection. "If anyone can figure this out, it's you, Rayna. You've got this. Just... take a step back, breathe, and give him some space. It's all going to work out." "What if while I'm doing that, he gets married to one of the other ladies? I heard from Sarah this morning. She told me he went on a date with one of the other ladies last night," Rayna said with tears

in her eyes, and Evelyn reached out to embrace her, understanding now why she was upset.

"What is yours will always be yours, Ray. It doesn't matter if it takes a year or two..."

"Or six? I don't want to wait that long to prove that theory right or wrong while he is banging other ladies," Rayna cut in with a giggle, and Evelyn laughed, amused that despite her tears, Rayna could still crack jokes.

Before Evelyn could respond, they heard a familiar voice call out to Rayna. "Rayna!"

Evelyn's heart sank. She didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. Sandra.

Rayna turned, her jaw tightening, but Evelyn placed a hand on her arm, giving her a quick look. "Act normal," she whispered.

Rayna rolled her eyes but forced a smile as Sandra approached, dressed in a chic outfit that looked a little too polished for a casual shopping trip. "Oh, what a coincidence! Don't tell me you are here to shop for the reunion too?" Sandra asked, completely ignoring Evelyn.

Rayna smiled, though it felt like a mask. "Yeah, just picking out a few things."

Sandra laughed her voice light but carrying a sharp edge that made Evelyn's skin prickle. "I'm here for the same thing! My fiancé, Derek, wanted to come with me, but he was too busy with work so he gave me his card to shop. Isn't he just the sweetest?" Evelyn barely held back a snort. Derek's card? She had Derek's card. Rayna caught her eye, and they exchanged a quick, knowing glance.

"Wow, Sandy," Rayna said, her tone sweet but laced with sarcasm.

"You're so lucky to have a fiancé like Derek."

Sandra smiled, but there was something cruel behind it. "I know, right? I was here the last time with Derek's Mom. She's such a wonderful lady, and I can't wait to be her daughter-in-law. The funny thing is that no matter how many women try to seduce him, Derek will always be way out of their league."

Evelyn couldn't help but laugh at the irony. The truth of the situation was delicious, but she kept her composure. "I'm going to check out the fitting rooms while you both catch up," she said casually, turning to head deeper into the store. No matter what Sandra tried, Evelyn knew she had her friend's loyalty- and that was something Sandra would never understand.

As soon as Evelyn was out of earshot, Rayna turned to Sandra, her patience wearing thin. "Why the snide remarks, Sandy? And why did you ignore Evie that way? Have you not resolved things with her yet?"

Sandra's eyes narrowed slightly. "Resolve things? After she tried to drug me to set me up with Michael and take pictures to show Derek? I don't think so."

Rayna shook her head but said nothing out of fear of losing her temper.

Sandra smirked and leaned in closer. "You know what I'm wondering right now? I wonder why you are here with Evelyn. Why didn't you ask me to come shopping instead of Evelyn."

Rayna's expression hardened. "Because Evelyn doesn't only reach out to me when she needs to gossip or when she wants a favor.

Evelyn is my friend, and she knows me better than you do. That's why I prefer her company," Rayna snapped, and with that, she turned and walked away, leaving Sandra standing there, her face flushing with anger and jealousy. Sandra's eyes followed Rayna, her jaw clenched as she watched her go. Evelyn, who was already inside a changing room, hadn't heard the exchange but would have enjoyed watching Sandra's petty mask crumble. Rayna had a triumphant smile on her face as she joined Evelyn.

"Can you believe that snake had the nerve to ask me why I came shopping with you and not her? You should've seen her face when

I told her why I'm here with you and not her."

Evelyn grinned as she stepped out of the changing room, showing Rayna the dress she had chosen. "Tell me everything."

As they shared a quiet laugh inside, Sandra stood in the store, glaring at the changing room door. She decided that she had had enough, and it was time to get rid of Evelyn, with or without Michael's support.

Chapter 157

Derek leaned back in his chair as he sipped his whiskey. Ethan sat across from him, nursing a beer, his gaze distant as he stared at the wall behind Derek's shoulder. The lounge was their usual hangout spot, cozy and familiar, but tonight was different. Ethan was not his usual funny and chatty self, and it was glaring.

Derek studied Ethan for a moment, watching his friend's face for any sign of emotion. "So, what's going on with you, man? How are you really feeling about the whole situation with Rayna?" Derek asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them after their pleasantries and small talk about work. Ethan took a slow sip of his beer, his expression unreadable. "I'm fine," he said flatly. "I've moved on."

Derek raised an eyebrow. "Really? Just like that?"

Ethan shrugged. "Yeah. Just like that."

Derek set his glass down on the table with a soft thud, leaning forward. You don't just move on from someone you claimed to love, Ethan. You don't just flip a switch and pretend everything's fine." Ethan's jaw tightened, but he said nothing, his eyes still fixed on the wall.

"Come on, man," Derek pressed, his voice quieter now. "You're holding on to this grudge like it's going to fix things. She's apologized, Ethan. More than once, to the best of my knowledge.

Is losing your golden sun over that misunderstanding really worth it?"

Ethan's grip on his beer bottle tightened, and for a moment, Derek thought he was going to answer. But instead, Ethan sighed and shook his head. "Can you stop calling her that? Or better still, can we just talk about something else?" Before Derek could respond, his phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with a message notification. He glanced down, his brow furrowing when he saw the message was from his source, and it read 'Urgent.'

He quickly clicked on it to see it had an attachment: a voice recording.

"Hold on a second," Derek muttered, grabbing his earbud from his pocket and connecting it to his phone. He played the recording, his face paling as he listened.

It was Sandra.

"It's time for you to get the job done, Sandra's voice said coldly through the recording. "Make sure it doesn't look like a kidnapping.

When she leaves the reunion tomorrow, grab her before she gets to her car. She seems to have a bodyguard, so find a way to distract him. But don't make it obvious. We need to make sure no one suspects foul play. I want it to be clean."

Derek's heart pounded in his chest, and his blood ran cold as he listened to Sandra give more instructions. She wanted Michael kidnapped and then Evelyn. The plan was to make it appear as though they had eloped and something tragic had happened. Or better yet, they should make it look like Michael had kidnapped Evelyn out of anger and jealousy because he was still obsessed with her and then killed her and then committed suicide. It was a twisted, calculated plot, and the more Derek listened, the more his blood boiled. "What the hell..." Derek whispered under his breath, still listening to the details of how Sandra planned to lure Michael out with a phone call so they could easily get him.

His mind raced, trying to process everything he was hearing. This wasn't just about her wanting Evelyn out of the picture- this was a murder plot- a carefully crafted scheme to destroy both Evelyn and Michael.

"What's wrong?" Ethan asked, noticing Derek's shock.

Derek shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but the gravity of the situation made it impossible. He yanked out his earbud and handed it to Ethan. "Listen to this," he said, his voice tight.

Ethan took the earbud, frowning as he played the recording. The further into the recording he got, the more his face mirrored Derek's shock.

When the recording ended, Ethan pulled out the earbud slowly, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" he asked, his voice low. "She is really doing this? She's planning to murder Evelyn...and Michael? I thought Michael was supposed to be her partner?" Derek ran a hand through his hair, still reeling from what he had heard. "I can't believe this. She's gone completely off the rails. This isn't just about some petty jealousy or ambition- this is a full-blown criminal plan."

Ethan nodded, clearly shaken. "What are you going to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Derek stared at the table, his mind racing. What was he going to do? He couldn't just sit on this information. Evelyn was in danger, and so was Michael.

It didn't matter that Michael had betrayed him and the family.

Michael was still family, and he would rather Michael face the punishment for his crimes than he was killed.

He didn't want to report to the authorities yet since this might be his opportunity to catch Sandra red-handed. But how was he going to do this without putting Evelyn's life in danger? Could he afford to do it when Evelyn was already so scared?

"I don't know yet. I need to think about this," Derek admitted after a long pause, his voice low. "I need to figure this out carefully. But one thing's for sure- I won't let any harm come to Evelyn or Michael."

Ethan leaned back in his chair, looking as if the weight of the situation was pressing on him, too. "You have to stop her, Derek.

There's no question about that. But you also have to be careful since intercepting with this plan doesn't mean she won't come up with another."

Derek nodded, his hands tightening into fists. He wasn't sure how he was going to handle this yet, but one thing was sure: he wasn't going to let Sandra get away with this.

He would protect Evelyn, no matter what it took. But first, he needed a plan. A solid, airtight plan that wouldn't just stop Sandra

- but expose her.

He drained the last of his whiskey and leaned forward, his mind already racing through his options.

The dinner with their parents couldn't wait until Sunday anymore.

They had to push it forward. Maybe they could all come up with a plan together.

 

Chapter 158

Evelyn stepped into the house with her bodyguard behind her. Both their arms were weighed down with shopping bags, and her face was flushed from excitement. "Thanks. You can leave the bags on the couch," Evelyn said as he shut the door behind him. Then she paused when she caught sight of her parents sitting in the living room with Derek. Surprised, she let out a laugh, her eyes dancing between them.

"Mom! Dad! When did you get here?" She greeted happily as she set down her bags and went to embrace them.

While she exchanged pleasantries with her parents, Derek stood up, hands in his pockets as he faced the bodyguard. "Thanks, Brad. Please hang around. I would like to have a word with you," Derek said to the bodyguard, who gave him a nod before leaving. "Did I mix up the date?" she asked I ked with a a grin, raising an eyebrow. thought dinner w I was supposed to be on Sunday."

turned to her, a small smile playing on his lips. "It was my idea to have them over today. Something urgent came up, and it can't wait till Sunday," he said, his tone light but carrying an edge of seriousness. Evelyn's s smile faded into a frown. "Why can't it wait? What's going on?" Her eyes flicked toward her parents, who sat quietly, watching her.

"And what about your parents? Does it mean they are coming today as well? I haven't even prepared anything for you all to eat. I can't just start cooking now that you are here," she said, wondering where to start. Derek shook his head, stepping toward her. "Calm down, babe. I've already taken care of that. I ordered dinner, so you don't need to cook." Evelyn crossed her arms, her frown deepening. "Why the rush?

Why are you suddenly so eager for our families to meet? What's happening?" rek hesitated,

Derek

glancing briefly at her parents before returning his gaze to her. "As I said, something came up."

Her arms tightened across s her chest. "What t came up?"

Derek stepped closer, his expression softening, "S?" Her voice held a note of rising anxiety. "You're making me anxious. What's going on? Where is Sam?" Her voice quivered slightly as her gaze darted between her parents and him.

Sam is s upstairs, and she is fine. Calm down," Derek said gently, placing a hand on her arm. "My parents will be here soon. Why don't you go freshen up?

Spend some time with Samantha before they get here, okay? I'll tell you about it when they get here," he said, and she looked into his blue eyes, trying to see if something was amiss. When he only smiled back at her, she sighed. Her parents chimed in with soft voices, asking her to to take a e a breath and relax. Claire reached out and squeezed Evelyn's hand. "Everything is s alright, sweetheart Claire They had

Evelyn sid

walked in and had barely said, even though she wasn't exactly sure why Derek invited them over.

sat down before Evelyn entered.

her shoulders slumping in defeat. She nodded, though her mind still buzzed with worry; the excitement of shopping with Rayna had disappeared.

again, her sho

"I'll go freshen up and che

and check on Sam," she muttered, turning to head upstairs. As she climbed the steps, her thoughts swirled.

As soon as she disappeared from view, Derek turned to her parents, his expression hardening. Claire and Eric exchanged a concerned glance, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. "What is going on, Derek?" Eric asked as they watched Derek pull his phone from his pocket.

Derek took a deep breath as he sat down and gestured to them to do the same. "As I was saying before she came in, I need to talk to you both first," he said, his voice low. "Before Evelyn hears this."

With a few taps, he played the recording which he had received earlier. As Sandra's voice filled the room, outlining her cold, calculated plan against her own sister and Michael, the air seemed to freeze.

Claire gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her face paling. Stiff and silent at first, Eric rose from his seat and began to pace, his brow furrowed in disbelief.

"This... this can't be real," he muttered under his breath, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room.

Claire couldn't hold back any longer. She broke into sobs, her entire body shaking as she collapsed on the couch. "How could Sandra do this? How could she be so hateful?" Her words came out in choked gasps between tears.

Derek knelt beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder, though it did little to calm her. "I'm so sorry, Claire, he said softly, but Claire's sobs only grew louder, her grief overwhelming her.

"Is that really her? Is that really my daughter?" she cried, her voice desperate, searching for an answer that might make sense of the nightmare she was hearing.

The more she learned about Sandra, the harder it was for her to believe that Sandra could harbor such a strong hatred toward Evelyn.

Derek's face was grim as he nodded. "Yes, it's her. I already knew Sandra was scheming with Michael to get rid of Evelyn. Hence, I had to clone her sim as I did to Michael, but I had no idea it was this bad." His voice hardened. "I wanted you both to hear this because although I want us to decide on what to do together, I'm not going to go easy on her. I don't care if she's your daughter and Evelyn's sister; she can't get away with this." Claire's tear-streaked face turned toward him, her lips trembling.

"No one who could do something like this is my daughter." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice suddenly firm despite the tears. "You do what you need to do. She made her choice."

Eric stopped pacing and looked at her, his expression one of deep sadness and resignation. He moved to sit beside her, pulling her into a gentle embrace as she continued to weep. He knew that, as always, she was trying to do the right thing despite how devastated she felt as a mother.

"I'm sorry, Eric. This is all my fault," she cried, but he shook his head.

"It's okay, honey,"

"he whispered, "You don't owe me an apology.

Sandra is our daughter. We raised her together, and if anyone's to blame, we're in this together."

Claire's sobs quieted a little as she leaned into him, but her face was still marked with heartbreak. "I thought... I thought taking her away from her father was enough," she said, her voice thick with guilt. "I didn't know evil like that could run so deep in the blood." Derek's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Claire pulled away from Eric, wiping her eyes as she took a shaky breath. "Sandra's father," she said, her voice low and trembling. "He was arrested for murder. He's been in jail ever since."

Derek blinked, stunned, struggling to process the revelation. He stared at Claire, trying to reconcile this information with the woman before him.

Before he could say anything more, the sound of the doorbell rang through the house. His parents had arrived.

 

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As Derek went to answer the door, Claire wiped away the last of her tears, trying to compose herself, and Eric squeezed her hand gently. Derek opened the door to see his parents standing with calm but concerned expressions. The moment they stepped inside,

Rebecca frowned when her gaze fell on Claire's tear-streaked face and she noticed Eric's arms were around her like he was consoling her. "What's wrong?" she asked immediately, her voice soft but laced with worry. "Is everything okay?"

Derek's father followed his wife's gaze, and his brows pulled together as he turned to Derek. "Are Evelyn and Samantha alright?

And why the impromptu invitation?" His tone was filled with a mix of concern and curiosity.

orced a reassuring smile, though it barely masked the tension he felt. "Everyone is fine, Dad. I just need to talk to you both about something important." Rebecca nodded, but her eyes softened. "I'd like to see Samantha first. Is she around?" she asked, her motherly instinct kicking in.

Derek forced Derek

Derek shook his head gently. "Let's talk first. You can see Samantha after we are done. This is important." His voice was calm, but he could see the shift in his mother's expression. She was no fool; she knew something serious was going on. As they walked further into the living room, Derek's parents exchanged polite greetings with Claire and Eric. They could sense the heaviness in the air but didn't press further.

Upstairs, Evelyn had heard the doorbell and quickly made her way down. She stepped into the living room, dressed in comfortable but decent clothes, her hair tied back neatly. Her gaze immediately fell on Derek's parents, and she took a deep breath.

Derek's face lit up when he saw her, and he moved to her side.

"Mom, Dad, this is Evelyn," he said, his tone filled with warmth and pride. "She's Samantha's mother and the woman I plan to marry." Rebecca raised an eyebrow, exchanging a look with Derek's father.

we already knew that" his father said with a small chuckle. "No need for the whole introduction." His eyes then softened as he turned to Evelyn. "You're as beautiful as Derek said." He extended his hand toward her. "I'm sorry for all the trouble we've caused you, and I want to thank you for for raising Samantha so well." Evelyn

smiled shyly as she shook his hand, feeling a warmth from his words. "Thank you, sir. It's really nice to meet you finally," she said, her voice gentle but sincere. "And there's no need to apologize. It's all in the past now," she assured him softly. Evelyn glanced at her her parents, and when she saw her mother's sad eyes, she drowned as she went to sit close to her to find out what was wrong. "Is there a problem?" Evelyn asked, looking from her mother to Derek, her brows furrowing.

screen.

"Yes, Derek, what is all this about?" His father asked as they all sat down, his gaze sharpening with curiosity. Derek took out his phone, his hand steady as he tapped the the moment settling in the room like a fog. He pressed play, and Sandra's voice filled the space, cold and calculated, as she told Michael that she wanted them to get rid of Evelyn. I quietly, the weight of

"I want you all to hear this," Derek said The room froze. Evelyn's parents sat stiffly, their faces paling.

Rebecca's hand I flew to her chest, and Der Derek's k's father leaned forward, his jaw tight. Evelyn stared at the phone, her breath catching in her throat. Although she had listened to it before, it still had the same effect on her as it did the first time she heard it. Before a Before anyone could react, Derek played the second recording that he had received earlier of Sandra talking to the hitman to get rid of Evelyn the next day.

Evelyn gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in horror. Rebecca visibly shuddered, her skin prickling with goosebumps, while Derek's father's fists clenched tightly on the armrests of the chair.

"I called you all here so that we can figure out what to do together.

I believe it's time to take action," Derek said while Evelyn's heart pounded wildly in her chest as her mind raced.

"When... when was that recorded?" she stammered. "I saw Sandra earlier today at the store."

Derek's eyes sharpened as he turned to her. "Did you argue? Did anything happen between you two to provoke her?"

Evelyn shook her head, still trying to process the gravity of what she had just heard. "No, we ignored each other... but she spoke to Rayna."

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Derek studied her closely, watching her as she pieced it all together. He could see the gears turning in her mind, and before he could say anything, his mother spoke up, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"I can't believe I've been such a terrible judge of character. How did I ever think this... this animal was a decent person?" Rebecca's voice was quiet, almost as if speaking louder would shatter the already fragile reality. husband placed a hand on her arm, silently urging her to watch what she said since Sandra's parents were in the room with them.

Her

Ignoring him, Derek's mother let out a huff of frustration. "Michael is an absolute fool for getting involved with someone like her." She shook her head, her lips pressed tightly together. "I wish he could hear what she's planning. I wish he'd see her for what she is." Derek's father sat up straighter, his Sandra is up to? Show him these recordings, he suggested his tone firm.

"What if we let Michael know what ce thoughtful as he looked at Derek. "I have a suggestion," he said, his voice cutting through the tense silence. Everyone turned to look at him, curiosity piqued.

Derek frowned, shaking his head. "I don't want Michael to have a chance to escape or try to cover his tracks. Besides, he could decide to kill her, too," he replied, glancing at his father.

Derek's attention shifted to Evelyn, his eyes searching her face.

"Why are you so quiet, Eve Eve?" he he asked softly, trying to gauge her thoughts.

Evelyn swallowed, her

her gaze distant. "I'm just trying to figure out what to do with Sandra. I can't let this continue," she said quietly, her tone cold and focused. you come up with a plan?" I Derek asked, and and she nodded.

But I think we should involve the police now." Her voice was calm but filled with a quiet determination.

Everyone turned to look at

her

their rexpressions puzzled. "What do you mean? I thought we agreed that because the evidence was obtained illegally, it's inadmissible in court," Derek asked, his brows furrowed in confusion. Evelyn exhaled slowly, ready to lay it all out, but

Claire took a deep breath, "I should be the , and she wasn't sure how she would feel if Samantha was behaving like Sandra.

it all out, but before doing that, she turned to her parents. "Mom, I'm sorry it has come to this. But you understand I can't just sit back and do nothing when Sandra is after my life, right?" She said this because she could guess how Claire might be feeling since she was a mother herself, one apologizing, not y t you. I have no idea why Sandra is doing all of this." "She told me," Evelyn said, and then went on to tell them what Sandra had said. and Claire exchanged a look, and Claire sighed, "So, it's our fault..."

"No, it's not. It's not anyone's fault. I know I wasn't there, and I'm probably not in a position to say this, but she could have turned out better. She chose not to. So, don't blame yourself for it," she said, and Derek looked at Claire. "Earlier, you were saying something about Sandra's father," he reminded her.

"There's e's nothing there. It's exactly as she told you," Eric said, not wanting Claire to talk about her past any more than was necessary.

"So.

Evelyn, what is your plan?" Derek's father asked, wanting them to get right to it.

Evelyn took a deep breath and met Derek's gaze. "The best way to catch Sandra is to let her go ahead with her plan. We need to let her think she is winning so she doesn't suspect anything. I want to be kidnapped and killed just as Sandra wants..." Derek's eyes widened in shock. "There's no way I'm risking your life just to catch her," he cut in, his voice rising with emotion, while everyone else looked at her like she had lost her mind.

Evelyn reached out and took his hand, her eyes calm. "Relax, Derek. You don't care about my life more than I do. The only way to protect Samantha and me is to let Sandra believe she's succeeding. Trust me, this is the only way to catch her red-handed." The room fell into a heavy silence as Derek stared at her, torn between fear and trust. Finally, he nodded. "Alright," he said softly. "What's your plan?"

 

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Before Evelyn could answer Derek's question and share her idea with them, Claire stood up, her expression somber. " think I should excuse myself," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to know the details or be part of the planning. I just... I can't. If you'll excuse me, I'll go spend some time with Samantha upstairs." She swallowed, a sad smile crossing her face.

Eric sighed, knowing the whole thing was probably too much for Claire to bear. He reached out and patted her hand gently. "Of course," he murmured, understanding the burden she was carrying. They all nodded and watched as Claire quietly exited the room. "Please give me a minute," Evelyn said as she hurried after her mother.

"Mom""" Evelyn called as she caught up with her at the foot of the stairs.

Claire turned, forcing a smile as she fought to hold back her tears.

"Mom, I understand how you feel, but you know I have to do this" she said apologetically, and Claire nodded.

"Of course, I understand. I'm totally with you on whatever you choose to do. Sandra deserves it, especially after everything she's done. But I just don't want to be there when you make the plans"" Claire said, and Evelyn nodded. "Thank you for understanding, Mom," Evelyn said, and Claire nodded before taking the stairs.

As Evelyn joined them again, Rebecca let out a soft sigh. "Poor woman. I can't imagine what she must be going through." She looked around at the others, her expression filled with sympathy.

"As a mother, it's hard to come to terms with something like this.

Knowing your own child is... capable of such things."

The room fell into silence, and after a moment, Derek turned to Evelyn, his gaze filled with determination. "Go on, babe. Tell us what you're thinking."

Evelyn took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "As I said earlier, I want to be kidnapped and killed just as Sandra wants..."

"But you don't mean killed literally, right? So, how do you mean it?"

Derek asked since that was what he wanted to hear.

"I think we should arrange a meeting with the hitman Sandra hired.

Once we've confirmed his intentions, we can involve the police.

Both of our families have the connections- we can pull some strings and make sure they re ready to arrest him on the spot. This way, we have solid proof against him. And then we can ask him to act like he has done the job..."

"What if he doesn't go along with the plan? What if he is loyal to her?" Eric asked, concerned for his daughter's safety.

Evelyn shook her head, "The conversation between them didn't sound that way. He's just a hitman. Besides, he will know the police are involved, so he won't mess up," she said, and Derek sighed as he thought about what she had said.

Although he knew her plan was good and the best way they could get rid of Sandra for good, he couldn't help being worried. One wrong move and everything could fall apart.

"As much as I don't like it, that could work. I will see what I can do about it. If possible, we can have the hitman arrested, and a police officer can pretend to be him and tan with Sandra. We have to move fast since tomorrow is the reunion. And we also have to be careful so as not to alert Sandra," Derek said, and his mother's brow furrowed.

"What about Michael? What do we do about him?" Rebecca said, since even though she would want Michael punished, she couldn't watch her nephew die at the hands of a cunning person like Sandra.

"I think that's up to you," Evelyn said, and Derek's father nodded.

"I think we should invite him over tomorrow and tell him about Sandra's plan," Derek's mother suggested.

"But we have to be sure he won't decide to go after Sandra himself for some petty revenge," Derek's father said, and they all nodded.

"True. This plan is risky enough, and the last thing we want is to involve him and have him ruin everything," Evelyn's father said, and Derek sighed deeply.

"Mom, you can invite him over for breakfast tomorrow. I will make the necessary preparations and take every precaution to make sure he won't interfere with our plans. Besides, I don't think we have anything to worry about. We let him know that we are aware of his intentions and actions thus far. We'll make it clear that we're one step ahead and that he can either join us to take down Sandra or we can take them both down. I'm sure he would be willing to cooperate in order to protect himself and destroy Sandra," Derek said, his mind already racing with different thoughts of how to make their plan work.

"With this change in plans, does this mean our plans for the birthday are off?" Derek's mother asked curiously, but Derek shook his head.

"No. Since she's planning a grand party, it's only right we make it worth the effort," Derek said, and Evelyn's lips twitched in amusement as she nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. Let's expose it all at the party. I'm sure she will get the shock of her life if she sees me there, totally alive and fine. And then the police can take her," Evelyn said, and everyone nodded in agreement with the plan. There was a sense of resolve in the room as they finalized their strategy.

Derek glanced at his watch when the doorbell rang. "Dinner is here; he announced as he rose to answer the door, knowing it was dinner being delivered. When Evelyn noticed the worried frown on her father's face and how he kept glancing in the direction Claire had gone, she excused herself to go upstairs.

She found her mother and Samantha in Samantha's room. Claire had settled into a cozy chair while Samantha enthusiastically showed her a picture book. Claire's face softened, the stress from earlier seeming to melt away as she watched her granddaughter's innocent joy. Despite that, Evelyn could still see the sadness in her eyes and how hard she was trying to hold back her tears.

Though she knew her stepmom didn't have a problem with their plans or having Sandra arrested, she knew Claire was definitely having a hard time accepting the truth about the sort of monster her daughter was. If she were in Claire's shoes, she would have a hard time, too.

"Mom, dinner is here," Evelyn said gently when Claire noticed her presence and met her gaze. "I'll take Samantha down to join Derek's parents."

Claire smiled softly and gave her a nod. "Go on, sweetheart. I'll be down in a bit after using the restroom."

Evelyn gave her mother a reassuring look, understanding her need for a moment alone, and then guided Samantha out of the room.

As they made their way downstairs, Samantha skipped alongside her, clutching her picture book tightly.

At the dining table, Derek's parents and Evelyn's father welcomed Samantha warmly. She slid into her chair, chattering happily as her grandparents doted on her.

"What's that you have there, Samantha?" Derek's mother asked, her eyes sparkling as she leaned closer.

"It's my favorite book!" Samantha declared proudly, opening it to show her grandmother a picture of a fairy princess. "Look, Grandma, this princess has a magic wand and can make wishes come true!"

Rebecca chuckled, reaching out to gently touch Samantha's cheek. "Just like you, sweetheart. You're our little princess, too."

Derek's father leaned over, examining the book with a gentle smile.

"She sure is. And a very smart princess at that."

Samantha giggled, glancing up at her grandfather. "I want to be

smart and brave, just like Mommy."

Evelyn's father beamed, his face filled with pride. "You already are, dear. And you know what? Were all here to make sure you grow up with everything you need." While the other grandparents conversed with Samantha in the dining room, Claire stood in front of the washbowl in the guest bathroom, and her tears flowed freely.

She couldn't believe that things had to go this far to bring her daughter to her senses, but what could she do? Sandra had brought it upon herself.

Or maybe it was her fault. If she had taken extra care of her, knowing what her father was, Sandra would probably have turned out differently, or maybe not.

Though she couldn't do anything now, she hoped that Sandra would come to her senses in prison so that she would be accepted back after serving her sentence. Claire thought as she turned on the tap and sprinkled some water on her face. After putting herself together, she stepped out of the bathroom and was a bit surprised to see Evelyn standing outside the door.

Evelyn decided to come comfort Claire while the others were busy chatting with Samantha.

"I'm so sorry all of this is happening," Evelyn said softly, and Claire shook her head.

"I've told you already, Evie. You don't have to be, Evie. None of this is your fault. And I know you tried to avoid all this. I just wish Sandra didn't have to go this far," Claire said as tears welled up in her eyes again, and Evelyn embraced her. After a while, Claire pulled away, deciding not to think about the situation anymore since she didn't want Evelyn to start feeling bad.

"We should join the others now. I don't want Rebecca stealing my spot in Samantha's heart," Claire joked as she walked ahead of Evelyn out of the room.

As Evelyn followed behind, she couldn't help but feel bad for Claire. As much as she would have loved for Sandra to turn a new leaf so that they could all return to being one big family, she knew there was no way that would happen. Even if Sandra truly did change, she was never going to truly forgive her and let her guard down. This was the only way

As they shared dinner, Samantha basked in the love and warmth surrounding her. Each of her grandparents took turns asking her questions, listening to her stories, and laughing at her little jokes.

They poured their affection into each smile, each soft touch, and each word, making Samantha feel cherished beyond measure.

And for a brief moment, Evelyn found herself forgetting about Sandra and everything else. In that moment, they were just a family united by love and hope.