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Jensen immediately realized where Natalie was living. The hillside vis–every plot ofnd there belonged to the Stone family. Many people had tried to buy property in that area, but money alone wasn’t enough; you also needed connections.
Connections the Stone family recognized.
At present, that entire vi district was private territory; without Natalie’s permission, he couldn’t even get past the gates at the base of the hill.
Still, Jensen drove straight to the hillside estate.
As expected, he was stopped at the entrance.
The vis stood so close before him, yet he couldn’t reach her. For the first time, Jensen felt the distance between himself and Natalie–so near, yet impossibly far.
He pulled his car to the side, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and dragged in a deep inhale; the smoke burned his throat, sending him into a fit of coughing.
It had been years since he’d smoked.
He had first picked it up with Sharon.
Back then, he thought it was cool–and Sharon liked it.
After his ident, when the doctors forbade it, he had quit.
Over time, Jensen nearly forgot the feeling.
But now, as smoke wed at his lungs, the pain made even his chest ache.
“Natalie…”
His eyes burned red as he stared at the vis ahead. How could I have been so blind, throwing <i>away </i><i>a </i>woman who loved <i>me </i>wholeheartedly, all <i>for </i>trash like Sharon?
Hansel’s WhatsApp pinged again.
“Mr. Jensen, I found this in Ms. Sharon and Johnson’s chat logs. Take a look.”
Jensen had no desire to read another word about Sharon and Johnson; yet when he heard Hansel’s voice note, he couldn’t help but open his phone.
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<i>Let’s </i>see what else she can disgust me <i>with</i>. Hansel had circled the key parts in red.
Jensen’s eyes darkened as he read.
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Sharon had written: “Johnson, make this case look real. Best if you tell Jensen my cancer cells have spread and I need family around me more often.”
Johnson’s reply was blunt: “Ms. Sharon, to fake metastasis you’d need a real cancer patient’s case file. Right now we don’t have one at the hospital; I can’t do that for you.” <f63> For original chapters go to find?novel</f63>
Sharon had answered: “Johnson, from the moment you forged myte–stage cancer file, you and I were in this together. You think you can walk away now? Don’t forget, I have photos and videos of us sleeping together. If you don’t do what I say, I’ll send them to Jensen and tell him you drugged me. You won’t get out of that alive.”
Johnson replied: “Sharon, you’re insane! There’s nothing wrong with you, and you insist on pretending you’re terminally ill? Do you realize you’re walking a tightrope? If Jensen ever finds out you tricked him into marrying you with a fake cancer diagnosis, aren’t you afraid he’ll kill you?”
Sharon replied: “He won’t. He still has feelings for me. And even if he knows, I’ll find a way to keep him from divorcing me.”
The messages red back at Jensen, raw and damning–like a resounding p across his face.
“Sharon’s cancer… was fake?”
Hansel’s voice came through hoarse, carrying a trace of sympathy.
Such a powerful man, and yet Sharon had toyed with him so easily–costing him the woman he truly loved. It was pitiful, unspeakable.
“Mr. Jensen, I haven’t confirmed it. She’d need a real medical exam to be sure.”
It was all Hansel could say.
But the chat logs spoke clearly enough; even more followed, showing Sharon urging Johnson <i>to </i>falsify records.
Jensen no longer doubted; deep down, he knew it was true.
Yet he still clung to a thread. “Find a reliable family doctor. Have them go to the estate, draw Sharon’s blood, run a full exam–say it’s to establish a file for the baby.”
“Yes, sir.”
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Hansel ended the call.
But Jensen’s mind refused to quiet.
If Sharon’s cancer was a lie, then she had conned him into marriage.
And he had fallen for it–like an idiot.
A bitterugh broke from his chest,ughter that blurred into tears.
Images of Natalie filled his mind. <i>I </i><i>actually </i><i>gave </i><i>her </i><i>up</i><i>–</i><i>for </i><i>this</i><i>. </i>
The cigarette burned down to the butt, searing his finger; he didn’t even feel it.
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Staring at the crumbling ash, he thought of his love with Natalie–already burnt to nothing.
<i>Was </i>it <i>truly </i><i>over</i>? <i>No</i><i>–</i><i>I </i><i>saw </i><i>my </i><i>mistake </i><i>now</i><i>. </i><i>If </i><i>I </i><i>humbled </i><i>myself </i><i>and </i><i>begged </i>for her forgiveness, Natalie would <i>take </i><i>me </i><i>back</i>. <i>She </i><i>had </i><i>to</i><i>. </i>Jensen’s eyes swelled, rimmed with raw grief.
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