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Chapter 159

A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Faith. The thought of her finding out about this twisted my stomach into knots. She was my world. If she believed for even a second that I’d betrayed her, it would destroy her. It would destroy us.

“What do you want?” I growled, my voice low and tight. I needed out of here but I also needed to know what game she was playing

She leaned in closer once again, her smirk twisting into something darker. “You,” she said simply. “I want you.”

I stared back at her as incredulity pulsed through the body. “Cut the crap, Eliza. What do you really want from me?”

Her smile only grew. “To be your wife”

I felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me. “That’s not happening.” I said flatly. “I have a wife. And if it’s money you’re after, I can give you that. But this? Whatever this is? It’s not going to happen.”

Her eyes narrowed, and the air in the room seemed to grow colder. “Do you think I went through all this trouble for money?” she hissed

I didn’t answer. I hamed my back on her and began to dress, my movements quick and jerky. My mind was racing I needed to get to Faith, to tell her the truth before Eliza could spin her lies any further.

Buttoning my shirt, I suddenly realized something. I took out my phone and turned on the voice recorder before holding it out in front of Eliza “Repeat that, I demanded, my voice glacial.

Anger warped her face. “Listen to me before you destroy yourself,” she spat, her voice shrill and poisonous.

1 leveled her with a glare “Ruin me?” I repeated, my voice low and deadly. “Have you forgotten who I am? I’ll find out the truth, Eliza. And when I do, you’ll regret this.“.

“Oh yeah? Lets see then!” Her scream followed me out of the room, but I didn’t look back. My hands were shaking as I clutched my phone; the recording was safe in its memory. I had one goal now: get to Faith and fix this nightmare before it destroyed everything I held dear.

As I turned to leave the room, the wheels began turning in my head. Some funny feeling told me I needed to act–and fast–to salvage this train wreck–in -the–making if possible. I pulled my phone from its holster and dialed my buddy, the owner of this hotel, pronto. He answered on the first ring.

“Dom, what’s up?” It was a lackadaisical tone that had no hint of the storm that was brewing here.

“I want all the surveillance from yesterday,” I told him, my voice leaving no room for discussion.

There was a moment of hesitation. “Surveillance? Dom, what the hell is going on?”

“Just do it,” I barkod. “Sendit to me now. No questions.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, sounding like he was properly scared now. “I’ll get it to you.”

I hung up before he could say another word, my hands clenching on the wheel as I drove home. The roads blurred in front of me as my mind whirled with what I was going to have to deal with. I rehearsed what I would say to Faith, but nothing seemed good enough.

As I pulled into the driveway, I sat in the car for a moment, my hands clenching the steering wheel. “It’s going to be okay,” I whispered to myself, the words shaking in my voice, “She’ll believe me. She has to.”

Finally, I hauled myself out of the car and trudged up to the front door. As soon as I opened it and stepped inside, I could feel the room was different. Everyone was in the living room. All their eyes turned toward me the instant I walked in

Alex was the first to speak, his voice sharp and accusatory. “What the fuck, Dominic? Where the hell have you been?”