Chapter 249


    Chapter 249 The Cracks in Her Story,Boss, Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce, Again!


    It was at that precise moment that Toby became sure of the truth: Tina was not Maple. After all, if she


    indeed was Maple, then why would she burn the letters which had brought them together instead of


    keeping them and reminiscing over them? Because she was afraid that keeping those letters would


    one day bring her lies crumbling down. Jean saw that Toby was trembling slightly, like he was


    suppressing insurmountable rage. A chill ran down her spine as she swallowed and asked hesitantly,


    “T-Toby, what’s the matter with you?” Toby ignored her and took out his phone to make a call. Before


    long, Tom’s groggy voice sounded from the other line as he yawned and asked, “President Fuller, is


    there something wrong?”


    “Come by the Fuller Residence now. I need to ask you something.” Having said that brusquely, Toby


    hung up the call without another word. Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, Tom sat up in bed


    with a spaced-out look on his face. Did he just ask me to drop by the Fuller Residence? As his mind


    cleared up, he detached the phone from his ear and stared at the screen. When he saw that it was


    close to midnight, he let out a frustrated groan. For heaven’s sake, it’ste at night, and it’s nearly


    midnight! He must be insane to have asked me to go by the Fullers’ Residence! Whatever this is about,


    why couldn’t he have told me over the phone and insisted that I go over to his ce? Despite Tom’s


    resentment, he got out of bed anyway and begrudgingly began to get ready, then headed over to the


    Fuller Residence as ordered.


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    At around 1.00AM, he found himself standing in Toby’s study. “What is it that you needed to ask me,


    President Fuller?” he asked with a polite smile, though he was cursing Toby over and over in his heart.


    As though sensing the man’s annoyance, Toby shot him a pointed look and tapped his fingers against


    his ice-cold desk. “Do you think Tina is Maple?” “Huh?” Tom was taken aback by this, but he quickly


    regained hisposure. “President Fuller, are you suspecting that Miss Gray is not your pen pal from


    all those years ago?” Toby nodded in affirmation. Tom stared at him intently for a while, and after


    making sure that the man was not joking, he said after a long pause, “To tell you the truth, President


    Fuller, I don’t think Tina and Maple are the same person at all. I’ve been by your side for all these


    years, and I’ve seen you exchange letters with Maple.


    From what I’ve gathered about her, she’s warm and kind, not to mention outgoing and witty, but Miss


    Gray boasts none of these qualities.” When he was done speaking, he peered up at Toby


    apprehensively, worried that he might have angered thetter. Much to his surprise, Toby did not


    appear furious at all but looked as if he was immersed in thought. Tom let out a quiet breath of


    relief. Thank goodness President Fuller isn’t mad at me for making those disparagingments about


    Miss Gray, but I wonder why he doubts her identity as Maple. He scratched his head, unable to figure


    out what Toby was thinking. Minutes ticked by, and Toby finally said in a cold voice, “You’re right.


    She has none of these qualities, and she has no right to assume Maple’s identity.” Upon hearing this,


    Tom felt something click in his mind. He pushed his sses up his nose bridge and asked, “Have you


    discovered something that made you doubt Miss Gray’s identity as Maple, President Fuller?” It’s no


    wonder then that President Fuller’s been cold and distant to Miss Gray for the past two days. That


    makes sense, seeing how he was only kind and loving to her because he believed she was Maple. If


    the opposite were true, then he would naturally grow indifferent toward her. After all, Miss Reed is the


    one he’s truly in love with. Toby narrowed his eyes pensively without answering Tom’s question and


    asked instead, “You were the one who collected Maple’s letters on my behalf when I was too tied up


    with work before, so you would know her postal address, right?”


    Tom nodded hastily. “I remember her address. Do you want me to drop by the ce and find out if


    Maple truly isn’t Miss Gray?” “Yes,” Toby replied. “I’ll get right on it, sir,” Tom said dutifully. “I’ll head over


    to Marina City right away and—wait!” He broke off, and his eyes widened as the sudden realization that


    something was off dawned upon him. Toby frowned at this. “What is it?” “There’s something odd going


    on here. President Fuller, Maple lives all the way in Marina City, but the Gray Residence is in


    Eastbourne. Both these cities are practically sixty kilometers away, and the Gray Family has been in


    Eastbourne for thest twenty years; they never once moved. It’s as clear as day now that Tina really


    isn’t Maple!”


    Toby stiffened when he heard Tom’s deduction, and his eyes widened by a fraction as he pondered on


    this new revtion. That’s right. If Tina really was Maple, then the postal address would have been


    Eastbourne and not Marina City. While Toby was deep in thought, Tom spoke up again from across the


    desk, “I remember you mentioned that Maple used to have a pet dog, President Fuller.” Toby’s chin


    jerked slightly. “Bucky.” “That’s the one. However, the Gray Family has never had any pet dogs. You


    also mentioned that Maple has a stepmother and a sister, but Mrs. Gray has always been the first wife.


    All these aside, I caught a glimpse of Tina’s handwritingst month when she got bored in your office


    and scribbled a couple of things.


    While she didn’t often write after she was discharged from the hospital, I noticed that her penmanship


    ispletely different to Maple’s,” Tom informed solemnly. Tom had never read any of the letters Maple


    wrote to Toby, but she did pen the address on the envelopes, which was enough to make hime to


    the conclusion that she had understated and refined handwriting. It was distinct and easy on the eyes,


    unlike Tina’s, which was as in as it wasmon. Granted, a person who had beenatose for six


    years would not necessarily have the best handwriting, having not touched pen and paper for so long.


    However, muscle memory would kick in as the body recovered, and the person’s handwriting would


    eventually start to look the way it had before. As such, it made no sense that Tina’s handwriting could


    have changed so drastically even after she had been hospitalized for six years. Tom felt goosebumps


    raised along his skin at the thought of this. “It gets stranger and stranger the more I think about it,


    President Fuller. How could we not have realized that there was something off when these doubts have


    been present all along? Besides, there were cracks in Tina’s behavior and stories that should have


    made us suspicious, so why did it take us this long to look back and discover this despicable charade?”


    Toby lowered his gaze and fell silent. When Tom was speaking earlier, it was as though a veil that had


    been obscuring Toby’s sight was finally lifted. It was like the lights had shifted at that moment, and he


    could finally see the world with sharp rity. Indeed, how could I have missed all the cracks and


    inconsistencies in Tina’s stories and behavior? More to the point, how did Tom manage to overlook all


    these, too? All these questions flooded Toby’s mind, and he grew unsettled at how wrong everything


    was. Even as he thought this, he knew well the reason why he never saw through Tina’s pretenses—it


    was all because of that strange and mysterious force. That being said, he didn’t think Tom would be


    influenced by it as well.


    “Why are you looking at me like that, President Fuller?” Tom asked uneasily. Toby pursed his lips and


    said hoarsely, “No reason. Anyway, drop by Marina City tomorrow and find the real Maple.” She’s the


    person I’m truly in love with! “Yes, sir!” Tom nodded. Then, seemingly remembering something, he


    paused and added, “So, about Tina…” A dangerous gleam shed in Toby’s eyes as he replied


    ominously, “I’ll take care of it. I’ll let her know that Maple isn’t just some mask she can put on at her


    own whim and fancy!” There was an insidious undertone to his voice that made Tom shudder.


    He knew at that moment that Tina was done for. But she’s definitely getting what’sing for her. She


    should have thought better than to pretend to be Maple and deceive President Fuller for the past six


    years. Dark glee rose within Tom as he adjusted his sses and turned to leave the study. When the


    door closed, Toby rose from his seat and crossed over to where the French windows to the side of the


    room, whereupon he stared out at the night scene with his brows drawn together as all the doubts


    gued him. What is that mysterious force? How did it manipte me into loving Tina?


    And what other secrets is Tina hiding? All these questions seemed to crack the strange rose-colored


    ss that had shielded Toby from reality. He had believed that he was fine, but what he had not


    expected was that he would be unknowingly pulled into the drowsy depths of the mysterious force. As


    soon as he thought of this, a sharp headache attacked him.


    For a moment, he thought he might have seen the light at the end of the tunnel, but that was before the


    dizzying halos came into his vision. Submitting to the inexplicable pain that overcame him, he couldn’t


    help but lower his head in hopes of finding quick relief.