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Her mouth stumbles in what I am assuming is shock. “You’re just going to welcome them with open arms?”
“Yes.” Maintaining eye contact isn’t difficult. “Because that is one of my choices, which are the only ones I am to be held responsible for.”
Monica sucks in a deep breath, nods, and resumes her media stoic presence to the cameras. “For those watching, I’m sure you’re wondering about the aforementioned person. Who they are. What they do. Where they came from.” Her nude pump bearing ankles cross. “Well, the potential long, lost heir, is me.” She pauses for what I’m sure she’s envisioning to be a sea of gasps from those watching. “My mother Marzia Simmons passed away late last year after a lengthy battle with pancreatic cancer.”
According to what I read, it was brutal.
For them both.
I used to wonder what was worse.
The abrupt, unexpected death of losing a loved one, or the slower, longer agony of watching them go.
On one page, they’re basically here one moment and gone the next, leaving you with questions and what ifs, yet only memories of their life, while on the other page, when it’s paced out, you may be left with all the answers, no missed opportunities of time with them, but a haunting, hard to shake mental picture of their final days.
Truthfully, I don’t believe either side is harder than the other.
I believe both sides are difficult and painful.
Just different types.
“On her deathbed, she revealed to me a relationship with a man named Will Cox that she had kept hidden for my entire life. She explained how he was the most important man she’d ever had in her life and after her death – like a good journalist – I went in search of him and answers. That search is what led to me discovering that Will Cox was an alias used by billionaire, William Willard Wilcox.” Another opportunity is given for the audience to react. “Upon this finding, I extended my exploration and when the time was best, reached out to Wes to collaborate my deductions only to uncover he had no idea.”
Of course, she’s going to paint herself as the fucking saint instead of a snake in this scenario.
“We agreed to him and his team conducting their own investigation as well as the DNA test that was mentioned, which we will now be reading the results of.” Her hand lifts to make a summoning motion. “My assistant is now presenting me with the sealed information.”
The blonde from the other night wordlessly delivers her the envelope doing her best not to make eye contact with me.
That’s wise.
I haven’t quite decided her fate yet.
Raquel not only has multiple restraining orders against her regarding my family – and extended family – she’s lost her job and has been blackballed to the point that minimum wage won’t simply be a starting point but the only point she reaches for decades to come.
Based on the amount of pain and misery she caused me – and more importantly the love of my life – she should consider herself grateful I didn’t sentence her to death, a thought that did cross my mind until I realized I would be hurting an innocent child in the process.
Taking away their only real parent.
Practically orphaning them.
Abruptly.
Like I was.
The choice to let her live was certainly merciful and said mercy continued when a charity stepped in to help cover the cost of her daughter’s hefty medical bills – in their entirety – as well as provide cost-of-living funds to her for a few months.
Charities can be wonderful like that.
Particularly the ones I donate to.
She nods to the young woman in a dismal fashion prior to meeting my gaze. “You ready?”
As ready as I can be to have my family’s legacy destroyed in the press.
A cordial grin is forced onto my face. “Whenever you are.”
Monica victoriously smirks, slides her finger along the edge to open it, and smoothly slides out the results. “Antecedentcorp – out of Vlasta, Wisconsin – was contracted to provide a more objective test and testing facility given its location.” Her attention drops to the paperwork. “According to the highly accredited organization, Weston William Wilcox and me, Monica Leigh Simmons, are not genetically related.”
