Chapter eleven The whole café went silent. Every customer was staring at the man and the young waitress who was still on her knees.Philip watched the scene for a few seconds.Margaret's hands were shaking as she tried to gather the broken pieces of the mug. A small cut had already appeared on her finger, and there were tears in her eyes.The man didn't seem to care.“You are going to pay for this,” he repeated. “Do you have any idea how much this suit costs?”Margaret lowered her head.“I am sorry, sir. I didn't mean to spill anything on you.”“Sorry?”The man laughed coldly. “You think sorry is going to clean my suit?”The manager stepped forward. “Sir, please calm down. We can take care of the cleaning.”“Did I ask you to speak?”The manager immediately stopped.The man looked around the café.“People like her should learn to be careful when dealing with customers.”Philip's jaw tightened. He had seen enough. He walked toward them.“That's enough.”The man turned around. “What?”P

Chapter thirteen Philip got back to his motel to see a notice on his table. He rubbed his forehead slowly and walked towards the glass table. His eyebrows arched immediately he saw the letter content. “What the fuck is this?” he said angrilyHe immediately grabbed his phone and called Elena. “Did you do this?” he roared.Elena laughed, “Really? You think I was just going to let you go? You are mine, Philip. If I can't have you then no one will!” Her voice sent shock waves down Philip’s spine. “Listen to me dear husband. You are going to pack your things and leave the motel. Come back home.” Elena said with a sweet voice.Philip stared at the mirror in front of him. He had never been this angry before in his entire life. “And what exactly do you stand to gain from this madness? It is clear that you don't want to leave or let me go but yet, you brought home three bastards claiming they are my sons.”“That is because they are yours and they missed you. Come home.” Elena finally sai

Chapter fifteen Philip slowly lowered his phone and stared at Elena.For a few seconds, neither of them said anything.Elena remained at the end of the hallway with her arms folded across her chest. There was a faint smile on her lips, but her eyes were fixed on Philip.“Who were you talking to?” she asked again.Philip slipped his phone into his pocket. “Mark.”Elena arched her brows. “Mark?” “Yes.” Philip said again. “Do you remember him?” “What does he want?”Philip shrugged. “Nothing important. He is my friend and the last time I remember, I didn't ask you questions about everyone you talked to. Do I?” Elena took a few steps toward him. “It is my business when your cop friend comes back into your life. What does he want?” “You heard me the first time didn't you?” Philip said againShe stopped directly in front of him. “You have been acting strangely since you came back.”Philip gave a dry laugh.“Strangely?”“You barely looked at me when you walked through the door. You went s

Chapter seventeen Philip stood outside the study for a moment, staring at the key in his palm.Elena had just handed it to him. She had practically invited him to search.That bothered him.If she had been suspicious, why would she make it so easy?Philip glanced over his shoulder toward the hallway before inserting the key into the lock.Click.The door opened. He stepped inside and quietly closed it behind him.Elena's study looked exactly as he remembered it. A large wooden desk stood near the window, several shelves filled with books covered the wall, and a cabinet sat in the far corner.Philip pulled out his phone.Mark had already sent him another message.“I'm connected. Don't touch anything unless I tell you to.”Philip frowned. “Connected to what?”The reply came quickly.“Her computer. Now stop asking questions and look at the cabinet beside the bookshelf.”Philip nodded and walked toward it.The lower drawer.He crouched down and pulled it open. There were several documen

Chapter nineteenMark stared at him for a few seconds before leaning back in his seat. “How much money do you have on you?”Philip reached into his pocket and brought out his wallet. He opened it and counted the cash inside.“About two hundred dollars.” he replied Mark's eyebrows rose. “That's all?”Philip nodded slowly. “That's all I have.”Mark rubbed his forehead. “Jesus. You have got to be kidding me.” he said,staring at Philip.“I told you. They are trying to bleed me out.” Philip said again.“Who?” Mark asked Philip gave him a look. “Who else?”Mark sighed and picked up the file Philip had brought. “Elena?”“Her or her family. I don't know anymore. She might be doing this to make me realise I can't live without her.” Mark opened the first document and carefully examined it. His expression changed almost immediately.“What?” Philip asked “Nothing.” Mark replied, scanning the files in front of him. Philip frowned. “You just made a face.”“I didn't make any faces.”“You did.”