“Let’s not be carried away. Carlos isn’t God. He can’t do everything.


    He still doesn’t know who killed Megan. Curtis won’t do anything about it, but Carlos and Wesley are on


    it. Even they haven’t found anything conclusive.”


    “I know that, but I don’t think you give him enough credit. Oh, did you hear? The cops found Megan’s


    diary. I think Carlos will have that diary soon. What do you think that maniptive bitch… I mean…


    um..I should respect the dead, right? What do you think Megan had written in her diary?”


    Debbie shrugged.


    “How should I know? I spent more time trying to keep her away from Carlos than I did getting to know


    her.”


    And even more infuriatingly, even dead, Megan was still a troublemaker.


    Someone framed her for Megan’s death. ‘Whoever that guy is, I want to throw him into the sea and


    watch the sharks tear him apart!’ she swore in her mind.


    “Fine, I’LL drop it. Doing anything fun for your birthday? I bought something for you. Your birthday is


    just around the corner-why haven’t you said anything? No party?” Jared asked on the other end.


    Debbie’s lips twitched.


    “Aren’t you nosy today? Is it because you’re happy you’ll have a kid soon?”


    “I guess I am kinda talking your ear off. Sorry. And of course I’m happy. I have a kid on the way, you’re


    going to be vindicated, my dad and Damon don’t hate me because of you anymore, and you’ll get back


    with Carlos soon. Why wouldn’t I be happy?”


    A ghost of a smile yed across Debbie’s face. She wasn’t as happy as he was.


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    “Look, Jared, when Carlos finds out the truth, he’ll feel pretty bad about what happened. But that’s not


    what I want. I want him to remember everything about me. I want the old Carlos back. I don’t want his


    pity; I want his love. It will be hard for him at first, but at least he’ll get it, and we can make up for lost


    time. Besides, when he spoils me again as he used to, that’ll be the time I carry out my n.”


    If his memory didn’t return, all he’d be able to understand was the past few months. He’d feel bad, but it


    wouldn’t be the same. He’d need his memory back to understand what she went through for three long


    years.


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    “So what’s the n?” Jared couldn’t understand her intentions now.


    Debbie grinned mischievously.


    “Payback time. He’s given me a hell of a time, so it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. He won’t


    forget me after I’m done. He’ll also learn to love me. I’m not a girl he can use and dump. I’m his wife,


    dammit, and it’s about time he treats me that way!”


    Jared echoed, “I feel ya, Tomboy! I’m behind you 100 percent. You’re no pushover, my dear. And when


    Carlos gets his memory back, you’ll go riding forth on a white horse, and hell will be riding with you.”


    Debbie Laughed at his theatrics. She knew he was kidding, and he always knew what to say to hit her


    funny bone.


    “Okay, okay. Knock it off. I gotta pick up Piggy. Later!”


    “Hey, why not bring her over here? You can cook for us,” Jared quickly suggested before she hung up.


    He always liked how she cooked.


    Debbie had no problem turning him down.


    “Cook for you? In your dreams


    I’ll take Piggy and Jus to Carlos’ manor. He has lots of chefs there, so they’ll get fed. Besides, I don’t


    feel like cooking.”


    “You are so mean. Tell me why we’re friends again,” Jared protested jokingly.