|Sandro|
“Heather is at the hospital, they saw her with her secretary”
My man called me to inform her whereabouts.
I leaned on the soft sofa chair I have in my office. I massaged my temple because of stress. Ugh, when will this be over?
I went home, and I saw Heather’s car outside my house. Yes, she’s living with me.. that’s the only way I could make my plan work easy.
“Sandro,” she greeted me, but even if I am far from her, I can already see her puffed eyes. She’s been crying all night.
“Any problem?” I asked her with a serious tone.
“N-nothing” she answered.
Little did she know that I already received the information about her having a miscarriage. She lost her baby… with the guy she knew here in La Cuesta. Yes, I know since then that I am not the father of h
