Twisted Fate

Sarah paused and felt her heartbeat was fast. That voice, it’s just too familiar to her. Even in her sleep, she should be able to recognise it and wake up to call the name of the fellow whose voice she just heard.

Alex also trailed off and raised his head to look directly in front of him. He was taller than Sarah and a few inches more than Greg, he simply looked above their head and saw some strain of resemblance between his wife and the man standing a few distance from them.

Sarah and Greg turned to glance behind them to see the fellow who just spoke while Alex simply looked straight ahead.

Sarah’s complexion almost turned pale when she saw him. He looked old and haggard. His beard was overgrown and his eyes had become deeply socketed.

His hair was partly grey and partly brownish. His face was not only looking old but wrinkled, much more than a man of his age could have.

He appeared to have suffered greatly. His clothes were old and almost getting torn.

Within a few seconds, Sarah had scanned him through from his head to his toes. He looked thin and bony.

This is not the man she used to know. He is a shadow of his former self. What had happened to him? What made him like this?

No, this can’t be her husband. This cannot be the man she spent almost half of life loving.

Where is that cuteness, the handsomeness, the attractiveness he possessed any time she sees him?

“Analdo Smith!” Sarah exclaimed.

When Sarah called his name, she confirmed the thoughts that crossed Alex’s mind when he saw him.

Oh this is the man, the one who left his wife and daughter to plunge into poverty and hardship and eloped with his mistress.

Looking at him now, it seemed things didn’t go well with him and his mistress. He looked more ravished than a woman who had been ganged raped.

Has the mistress done and dusted him off? He wasn’t a wealthy man from the investigation he made about him, but he definitely was doing well and satisfied with his family.

Until greed and lust took his senses elsewhere and left those who truly loved and mattered to him for a mere mistress.

Greg Wilson squinted. Yes, this is the man he used to know back then. The one who always brought Ella to school in his car and treated her like a princess.

He had met him once or twice back then. But seeing him as he stood a few distance from them, he only has a resemblance to that man back then but his present appearance almost would force him to deny it that he’s not the same person.

Subconsciously, the two young men turned and glanced at each other and then looked away.

Analdo Smith, without being invited, took a few strides towards his wife and just before reaching her, he stopped moving.

“How have you been, Sarah?” Analdo asked, not daring to come any closer but stared at his wife with remorseful eyes.

“What do you want here?” Sarah asked, she looked furious and offended. He looked disgusting and irritating to her.

“I’m glad Ella is fine now” he said, totally ignoring Sarah’s question and glanced at Alex.

He already knew that she was married to the Billionaire dude, Alex Foster. He was happy that his daughter got favoured by the Foster family and became a daughter in-law in such an influential family.

He had been checking on his daughter secretly when no one was watching. And while in his hiding, he heard the doctors discussing how Ms Foster had regained consciousness.

“You have no relationship with my daughter. So what the heck is it that you want?” Sarah demanded.

Neither Alex nor Greg say anything to Analdo. This is entirely a family issue and they’ve got nothing to do with it.

“Please excuse me” Alex declared and walked past the couple. “Ahhhmm excuse me too” Greg said and followed Alex out of the hospital building.

Greg caught up with Alex and said “Can I say something, Alex?” Greg inquired, walking over and standing in front of Alex.

“Sure” Alex permitted. He was going to slip into his car to see the culprits who are in the police net.

He needed to ask Nicolas Anderson a few questions especially with all the evidence pointing at him to have something to do with his father’s death.

“I’m sorry about the words I said to you a few days ago…”Greg apologised. He had thought so despicable of Alex Foster in the past.

Now, he regretted his words. From the past few days, he had come to like him and he began to respect him when he saw how caring and lovely he was towards Ella.

“Let’s take it that you said nothing”Alex declared and the two men shook hands with each other.

Greg said he would call him again but in the meantime he needed to see a client. The two men parted ways and Alex also slipped into his car.

“… What do you mean nothing can be done to let Jerome escape being jailed?” Jackie asked weakly.

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But no, it can’t. She had sobbed until she couldn’t sob anymore. She had decided to encourage herself and make a deliberate decision to find a way to get Jerome out of the police nest.

Lisa and Nicolas had chosen their paths. It hurts her that Jerome allowed himself to be caught in the web of their criminality.

Jerome isn’t a criminal. But he was wrong, absolutely wrong to have done what he did. He bribed an uncle of his friend and that one subtle got Lisa out of jail while everyone else was asleep.

If the empty headed daughter of hers called Lisa had simply disappeared out of New York City, it would have been better for them all.

But she went from a lesser criminal act to a greater one. An attempted murder on the life of her ex-boyfriend’s wife.

That was too much of her. She’s not going to get involved in Lisa’s case at all. But Jerome, she doesn’t want him to end up in jail like his sister.

Her husband was definitely not going to miss going to jail. Lisa was already doomed to return there.

But Jerome, will he also end up in jail? Why would her family all go to jail, will she be able to bear it?

She might not be able to survive it.