“I like you, but that’s not love. I see you as family.”


    Megan couldn’t take it. This was not what she had expected. She took a few steps back while shaking


    her head in disbelief.


    “No, no! Uncle


    Carlos, you are always so good to me. You love me! I know you do!”


    Carlos sighed deeply.


    “Megan, Listen to me.”


    He tried to calm her down, but in the end, Megan’s illness reared its head again. She sLumped onto the


    ground, gasping for air


    Carlos closed his eyes tightly in resignation, scooped her up, and started walking towards the house.


    Sitting in the car, Debbie watched her husband carry another woman in his arms all the way to the


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    That wasn’t what she wanted. Not even what she needed. She was hoping to get away from all this,


    away from Carlos’ family, away from creepy


    Lewis, who had plucked the straw that broke the camel’s back. From judgmental Valerie and James,


    two oldsters who didn’t like her because her family wasn’t rich. Because there was no advantage for


    them if


    Carlos stayed married to her. They even suggested she divorce Carlos


    A couple of minutester, Mr. Handsome himself called her.


    She slid her finger along the screen of the phone to take the call but didn’t speak.


    “Honey, I’LL get my assistant to drive you to the vi first. Megan is sick. I can’t leave right now. I’ll be


    there as soon as possible.”


    Debbie smiled bitterly. There was little she could say. After a while, she replied gently, “Okay. But you


    have worked all day. Take care of yourself.”


    Carlos was exhausted. Debbie’s tender words were the cure for everything. He smiled, “Okay. Just rest


    when you get there. Don’t stay upte.”


    “Got it. Bye, honey.”


    “Bye.”


    The car stopped in front of a white vi. Debbie had expected to see an empty house, but when she got


    out of the car, she could see lights were on inside the house through the windows. She assumed


    Carlos must have told someone to turn the lights on for her.


    Carlos’ assistant led her inside. Two maids were waiting for her.


    “Good evening, Mrs. Hilton,” they greeted her with a bow at the main entrance.


    Debbie nodded with a smile and asked, “Is the room ready?”


    “Yes, Mrs. Hilton. The room is upstairs. Please follow me.”


    “Thank you.”


    It was already past midnight. Debbie was tired and was in no mood to tour the vi. She plopped onto


    the bed as soon as she walked into the bedroom. She just wanted to be one with the night, close


    her eyes, and forget the events of the past few days. She could swear that the