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    With shivering hands, Kate opened her email and there it was. The contact details of Nina Sinir. The person Jake22 seemed like a genuine guy.


    “Thank you so much,” She typed the message to <b>him</b>.


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    Just this morning, she transferred some funds to his ount and now instead of running away like others, he provided her with all the necessary details.


    “Thank you Jake22,” She edited the email and sent it to him.


    This person had provided her with details about Nina, her house where she was currently residing in Sangua, and her office.


    <i>When </i><i>should </i><i>I </i>call her? Now? Or <iter</i>?


    Maybe instead of talking to her, she should first confirm if it was the genuine number. She had watched a few interviews of Nina Sinir on the inte.


    After punching the required numbers on her phone, she waited. A voice came through the phone. This voice matched with the voice she had heard in the interviews.


    “Hello! Who is this…” the voice asked her and then it seemed to talk to someone else in the room, “Geena. Please be a sweetheart and bring me some coffee,” then her voice appeared more focused, “Hey. Why have you called me if you are not interested in talking, motherfu*cker…”


    Oops!


    Kate quickly disconnected the phone, her hand was ced on her chest trying to control her speeding heartbeat.


    There was another mail from Jake22 on herptop screen.


    “Better don’t call her from your personal number if you want to stay safe.”


    What! Kate didn’t think of it before.


    “Either call her from a PCO or your office where you work.”


    Jake22 sounded smart.


    How <i>about </i><i>I </i><i>call </i><i>Nina </i>from the <i>office </i>and tell her about Marissa and <i>her </i>illegitimate grandkids?


    Ha–ha.


    She thought with amusement.


    In this way, no one would ever be able to catch her. Or she could be smarter by cing the call from Marissa or Dean’s official phones.


    How about that?


    Kate felt giddiness in her belly. The feeling that soon she would be a rich brat and could keep everyone around her on their toes.


    <i>The </i><i>first </i>thing <i>I’ll </i>do after getting <i>rich</i>… <i>will </i><i>be </i>to discard <i>Amir</i>!


    could find was just some leftover crumbs.


    Oh, man. This means I again must walk to that bakery!


    Standing up, she put on a jacket and went out. Thankfully, Amir wasn’t home, and it felt good.


    Just let me go to the office on Monday and then everyone’s life will be changed forever.


    Just one phone call to Nina and another to Valerie. Jake22 had promised to provide her with Valerie’s details too.


    Nina and Valerie<i>! </i><i>I </i><i>love </i>you <i>both</i>. <i>See </i>you soon! Ha–<i>ha</i>.


    “I… I’m sorry… I forgot!” Marissa said cing her palm on her forehead. She didn’t want to look behind as she could feel his eyes on her.


    “Are you serious?” Sophie nced at Rafael who had gotten busy with his phone but the nerve in his jaw had started ticking, “You are going on a date with him when your husband is home and<b>…</b><b>” </b>Sophia hissed.


    “I’m sorry. Ok?” Marissa looked over her shoulder, “Rafael. It was an honest mistake.”


    Rafael didn’t speak and shrugged not bothering to answer her.


    “Sophie. Ask Gerard to wait for five minutes. I’ll be ready in a jiffy,” She held Sophie’s shoulders and then dashed inside her room.This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    Yes, she felt bad for Rafael, but she should have called Gerard and said no. Now sending him away just like that didn’t look nice.


    With supersonic speed, she opened her wardrobe and got hold of the first thing she could get her hands on.


    It was a red dress somewhat a vibrant shade of crimson. She went to the bathroom and came


    out wearing it with her hair tied in a bun.


    After applying minimal makeup, she took one look at herself in the mirror and left the room. Rafael was still upied with his phone. Her own phone had started ringing.


    It was Gerard. She typed a message for him,


    “I’m sorry for this. Just give me two more minutes.”


    His reply was quick, “Take your time!” with a smiling emoji.


    Exhaling a long breath she went to Rafael, “Rafael… I… I’m sorry,” Rafael looked up and found her standing there looking breathtaking in that red dress. The dress hugged her curves in all the right ces.


    The sleeveless showcased her not so toned arms, while the V–neckline added a touch of elegance yet not overly revealing.


    “Fu*ck!” he cursed under his breath and stood up.


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    for me and…”


    “Yeah. I know. He was there for you,” surprisingly the edge in his voice was missing, “and I wasn’t. I get that, Marissa.”


    He held her hands in his warm ones, “I must be the first husband who is sending his wife on a date. Dammit!” he tried to make the light of it with a chuckle, “and let me tell you this.””


    His hand brushed away the single droplet from her cheek, “Now stop spoiling your makeup,” he warned softly.


    This time Marissa let out a teary chuckle. Sophie who was standing close by, witnessed it all in


    <b>awe</b>.


    Their chemistry. Their bond.


    When she was a practicing doctor, she used to meet couples who used to be either madly in love, or shared a friendly rtionship, or were poles apart.


    But this kind of couple was rare. They both were fools not to realize that they were made for each other<b>.</b>


    However, Sophie wasn’t nning to tell them this. Let them figure it out..


    She saw when Rafael reached behind Marissa’s head and took out the stic band that had her hair secured in a bun. The ck locks fell on her shoulders covering her back, “You look more beautiful with your hair down,” he whispered.


    Take some burn<i>, </i>you <i>two</i>! Sophia thought smiling to herself, take your own sweet <i>time </i><i>but </i><i>don’t </i>forget toe back to each other.


    “What are you happy about?” she straightened and looked around only to find Marissa gone and Rafael staring at her with a raised eyebrow.


    “She…. She has gone…” Sophie asked like a silly school kid.


    “Yes. She has gone,” he smiled sadly, “but don’t worry. She wille back to me if it’s bound to happen.”


    He remarked ruffling her hair with affection. Sophia saw him picking up his jacket.


    “You are leaving?”


    “Yeah. My kidneys and liver are sleeping, and my heart is out on a date with a guy,” Heughed. at his own joke, but it didn’t have humor in it.


    Sophie wanted to cry when Rafael walked out of that door.


    You <i>both </i>are fools and need to open your eyes. Otherwise, someone else might <i>take </i><i>advantage </i>of