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~~~Hailey~~~ I slowly opened my eyes, wincing as the moonlight pierced through the darkness. My mind struggled to piece together the chaotic events that had just unfolded. One minute, I was clutching a gun I'd never fired before; the next, Sandra lay motionless on the floor, her blood pooling around her. Aiden's dad stood frozen with his gun as he stood next to his family, his eyes blazing with fury. My dad slumped against the floor, his face contorted in agony, a bullet wound gaping in his leg. As the memories replayed in my head, I felt a wave of sorrow wash over me. Sandra had sacrificed herself to save Aiden, taking the bullet meant for him. But my grief was short-lived, replaced by a surge of anger as I locked eyes with Mr. Brooklyn. He stood tall, his expression unreadable, as he extracted a small chip from my dad's neck. The sound of sirens pierced the air, and paramedics rushed to Sandra's side, loading her into the ambulance. Others tended to my dad, lifting him onto a stretcher as they whisked him away for treatment. I watched, numb and silent, as Mr. Brooklyn's guards wrapped me in a towel and led me to the waiting SUV. My mind reeled with questions. How had Mr. Brooklyn found us? Why had he shot my dad, knowing I was there? The questions swirled, but the answers remained elusive, shrouded in the darkness of the night. Everything happened so fast, and in a swift moment, we were already at Brooklyn's mansion, seated in an opulent living room. The tension that filled the air was palpable, like a thick fog that clung to every surface. Mr. Brooklyn sat on a single couch, his eyes cast downward in remorse as he gazed at his wife. "Alora?" he called, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. Mrs. Brooklyn's gaze snapped away from him, her expression a mask of icy indifference. Aiden sat beside me, his eyes vacant, his face pale. He was still in shock, struggling to process the events that had unfolded with breathtaking speed. Mr. Brooklyn's apology hung in the air, unspoken, as Mrs. Brooklyn rose from her seat and swept up the stairs, her heels clicking on the marble floor like a death knell. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unspoken emotions. "You both should get some rest," Mr. Brooklyn said finally, his voice gruff, but I stopped him with my words. "Not until after you give us the answers we need, Mr. Brooklyn," I retorted, my voice laced with venom, my heart racing with anger. Mr. Brooklyn's eyes narrowed, his gaze flashing with irritation as he turned to face me. "What do you want to know, woman?" he fired, his voice low, menacing, but I stood my ground, my determination fueled by my desire for answers. "Maybe you could start from the part where you just shot my dad," I fired back, my words tumbling out in a rush, my anger and fear simmering just below the surface. Mr. Brooklyn's expression twisted, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and pain. "Oh really?" he spat. "It seems you just skipped the part where your father shot my daughter." His words hung in the air, a challenge, a gauntlet thrown. I felt a surge of anger, a wave of grief, as I thought of Sandra, her life cut short in a senseless act of violence. "That's all your fault, Mr. Brooklyn," I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls, my emotions raw, exposed. "Everything was going according to plan until you showed up. You started all these in the first place!!" Mr. Brooklyn's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger, but I pressed on, driven by my desire for answers. "You knew about who I was, didn't you?" I accused, my voice trembling with rage. "That was why you asked about my parents the day we met, wasn't it? Wasn't that why you also allowed your son to go into this seamless marriage with me, knowing that you could keep me close?" Mr. Brooklyn's expression twisted, his face a mask of fury, but before he could respond, Aiden's thunderous voice echoed through the room. "Enough!!!" he bellowed, his face red with anger, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. Damien's baby voice echoed through the room, a piercing wail that shattered the tension. I gestured to a maid to attend to Damien, my focus still fixed on the unfolding drama. Aiden's voice trembled with emotion - regret, sadness, pain, and betrayal - as he confronted his father. "Dad, really?" he asked, his eyes wide with incredulity. "Your daughter? You all knew about this and kept it from me? You let me...be with my stepsister, get her pregnant?" His voice cracked, and he slammed his bloody hands on the center table, sending the expensive vase flying. It shattered on the floor, a stark reminder of the fragile relationships in the room. Aiden's eyes blazed with fury, and for the first time, I saw him in a different light. He was hurt, just like me, but his pain was tinged with a deep sense of betrayal. I felt a pang of guilt as I gazed at his bleeding hands, but before I could react, his next words shattered my heart. "I should never have let you pressure me into this 'seamless marriage,'" he said, his voice laced with regret. "Maybe Sandra wouldn't have...maybe things would be different. Just pray nothing happens to her dad, or you'll cease to be my father. I lost Diane because of you, and I'm not ready to lose Sandra too." With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving me reeling. The weight of my own words hit me like a thunderstorm. Aiden regretted our time together, and the thought sent a wave of jealousy crashing over me. Did he still care for Sandra as his stepsister, or was it something more? The uncertainty gnawed at me, refusing to let go. Aiden halted mid-step on the stairs, his back still turned to me. "And Hailey," he called out, his voice soft yet cold, like a winter breeze. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. I'll ask the lawyer to arrange for the contract termination, so you can be free to go. You can take Alvaro with you." My heart skipped a beat as I processed his words. He'd chosen a name for our son, a name that sounded strong and gentle at the same time. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I realized the depth of Aiden's emotional pain. He turned his back on us and disappeared into his room, leaving me feeling lost and alone. For the first time since the chaos erupted, I saw Aiden not as the man who'd wronged me, but as a broken soul, just as shattered as I was. He'd been kept in the dark, just like me, and his actions were a desperate attempt to cope with the truth. Mr. Brooklyn's voice cut through the silence, devoid of emotion, weighed down by the crushing burden of his family's destruction. "You should get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, and I'll tell you everything you need to know then." I stood alone, adrift in a sea of uncertainty, feeling like I was drowning as the world around me melted away. My mind reeled with the drastic turn my life had taken. How did I go from being a happily married woman with Evans to becoming a contracted wife to a billionaire with secrets and lies? The sound of the doorbell pierced the air, shattering my thoughts. A maid answered, her eyes locked on mine. "Ma'am, it's for you." My brow furrowed in curiosity. Who could it be? I didn't have any friends here, plus the last thing I needed right now isto solve more puzzles. I made my way to the door, my heart pounding softly in anticipation. As I pushed the door open, my eyes widened in shock. The person standing before me was the last person I expected to see. "Evans?" His name escaped my lips, laced with shock and disbelief. My ex-husband stood before me, his eyes pleading, his expression a mix of longing and desperation.