Chapter 90
DAMIEN’S POV
Sitting at my desk in the office, I tried to focus on the endless stream of emails and reports in front of me, but my mind kept drifting like a boat that was swaying with the flow of the water.
The numbers on the screen blurred together as my thoughts pulled me back to Irene. Things were different since she came home quieter and colder. We hadn’t talked about what had happened at the cabin, but the silence between us said enough. I wanted to fix it, to win her back completely, but I felt trapped between two worlds. On one hand, there was Irene, the woman I loved, the mother of my child. On the other hand, there was Eva–manipulative, yes, but helpless at the moment.
Every time I saw her, I still felt that same sense of pity. She was a part of my past, and cutting her off completely felt… But keeping her around was costing me my future with Irene, and I knew that if I didn’t make a choice soon, I’d lose everything.
wrong.
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. How had I let things get this far? And more importantly, how had Eva managed to find Irene before I did? That question had been haunting me ever since we left the cabin. I had used every connection I had to track Irene down, but somehow Eva had beaten me to it What did she say to her before I arrived? What kind of story did she spint
A sharp knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts
“Come in,” I called, trying to sound composed
Steven, my personal assistant, stepped into the office with a folder in hand. He glanced at me, his brow furrowing slightly. “You alright, Damien? You seem… distracted” He pointed out and I guessed it must have been really obvious.
I forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Yeah, just got a lot on my mind.” I half lied.
He didn’t sit down but stood near the door, eyeing me cautiously. Steven had been working with me long enough to know when something was bothering me, and he wasn’t one to let things slide. He was closer than a brother or best friend. He could tell when things weren’t okay with me.
“Is this about Irene?” he asked, his voice low.
I sighed, nodding “Yeah, it’s.. complicated.”
Steven nodded slowly. “I’m listening if you need to talk it through.” He said. He and I hadn’t really had the chance to talk since Irene got back, we’ve both been so consumed by work that chatting with each other, like now, became a luxury we couldn’t afford
And I know I needed it badly. Venting
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. “Irene’s back, but things aren’t the same. She doesn’t trust nie. And I don’t blame her. I haven’t handled things well. But… I can’t just throw Eva out either. She has no one else? Plus, I have something I am working on that requires that she remain in the house,
“Eva, Steven said slowly, his tone thoughtful. “That’s the other part of this, isn’t it?”
I nodded again, frustration bubbling inside me. “She’s complicated. She needs help. She’s been through a lot. But I don’t know if I can keep both of them in my life without losing one. Hold Steven as I silently wished Irene could be a little patient for me to handle things.
Steven raised an eyebrow. “You still feel responsible for Eva
I hesitated. “I don’t know. But there’s something off. Ever since Irene came back, I can’t stop wondering how Eva found her
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before I did. And then there’s the question of what she might have said to Irene. I feel like I’m missing a piece of the p Inlet out be it’s a sigh of frustration.
Steven leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “You’ve always had a soft spot for helping people, Damien, but sometimes you have to draw a line. If Eva’s playing games, it might be time to cut her loose.” He told me with a stern expression.
“I know,” I admitted. “But I don’t have proof that she’s doing anything. And she’s good at making me feel guilty. She knows exactly how to get under my skin.” I replied.
Steven nodded thoughtfully, “So, what’s the plan?”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I don’t know. I want to fix things with Irene, but I’m torn. I can’t just throw Eva out on the street, and Irene she’s not going to wait around forever for me to figure this out. I poured out.
“You might have to make a choice soon,” Steven said quietly. “One that might hurt someone.” He shrugged his shoulders as af to tell me that I knew the decision to make
Which is exactly what Irene wants
“I know I muttered, feeling the weight of those words settle over me.
“What about Eva finding Irene?” Steven asked after a pause. “Any idea how she pulled that off?”
“No.” I said, frustration rising again. “I’ve been thinking about it nonstop. I had private investigators looking for Irene, and they couldn’t find her. Then, out of nowhere, Eva shows up at the cabin before I did? Something doesn’t add up.” I explained my internal thoughts,
“Maybe you should talk to Irene about it,” Steven suggested. “See if she can shed any light on what happened before you got there
Tve thought about that I admitted. “But I’m worried about what Eva might have said. I don’t want to make things worse with Irene. She’s already on edge” I told him.
Steven gave me a sympathetic look. “This isn’t going to be easy. Damien. But you can’t keep dancing around it forever. Sooner or later, the truth is going to come out.” He said nothing but the bitter truth, which stung a bit because I know what is at stake here.
I nodded, knowing he was right. But the truth scared me. What if Eva had told Irene something that would drive her even further away from me? What if she had planted seeds of doubt that I couldn’t uproot?
“Thanks, Steven,” I said after a long pause. “I’ll figure something out.”
“You always do,” Steven said with a small smile before he turned to leave the office.
Once the door closed behind him, I leaned back in my chair again, staring up at the ceiling. Steven was right–I had to face this, one way or another. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was going to work itself our
But before I could move forward with Irene, I had to understand what Eva was up to. How had she found Irene so quickly, and what had she said to her at the cabin? Those were the questions that haunted me, and I wasn’t going to rest until I got
With a newfound sense of determination, I grabbed my phone and dialed my private investigator’s number.
I need you to look into something for me,” I said as soon as he picked up. “I want to know how Eva Boden managed to find my wife before I dul
