Chapter 37
The suite was quiet—too quiet for Amanda’s liking. Well, it has been like that for a while now. She paced in the room restlessly, her fingers trailing the cold surface of the mini bar counter. It had been days since she last saw and spoke to Aaron.
They shared the sa suite, slept under the sa roof, yet the distance was like the parting of the Red Sea.
He barely crossed paths with her. It was like he was avoiding her.
She scoffed to herself pathetically, trying to ignore the bitter pang in her chest. It didn’t matter. He was busy, right? He had to be. He was always busy with work. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was more than that.
She glanced at her phone—no new ssages, no calls. She wasn’t surprised. It was always like that. She always had to be the one to call first, ssage first, and hope to get a response from him. Even the ssages she sent were still unread.
Amanda exhaled loudly, frustration rolling off her like steam. She hadn’t even heard from him after the hotel’s mini event, and it pissed her off and pained her. There was no apology for the way he treated her—neglected and left her alone in the hall. No acknowledgnt that she was still there. That they were still together. The contract hadn’t elapsed yet, but he was treating her like a mistake—not even a substitute.
The hallway outside her room stretched long and empty, a perfect reflection of her growing unease. She stepped into the corridor, her heels clicking lightly on the floor as she moved toward the elevator. Her thoughts were a chaotic ss—she needed to clear her head and find out what was going on.
And their one-month stay had been extended a little.
Amanda lingered in the hallway just so she could catch a glimpse of the man she called husband. Just outside the staff corridor, she heard voices.
She craned her head, not aning to eavesdrop, as she heard a familiar voice—the conversation catching her off guard. It had been weeks since she saw her—Katherine. The pain in her ass.
She tiptoed forward, leaning in slightly, wanting to hear what she was saying in a hushed voice.
"...he’s been spending ti with them," Katherine said, her voice soft with a tinge of happiness. "Taking the twins to school, laughing with them. They really like him."
Them?
Twins?
Amanda felt her chest tighten at the words, sothing sour twisting in her stomach. Her mind raced. The twins... and Aaron? She rembered overhearing the receptionist ntion once that Katherine was a single mother of twins.
And the twins—were the ones taking Aaron’s ti.
Amanda’s body stiffened, shock and disbelief rushing through her. The twins? Aaron?
She found it hard to breathe. The air felt restricted—just for her. She couldn’t process the sudden revelation she accessed. Her body buzzed with jealousy, anger, and panic at the thought of losing Aaron. Her grip clenched at her side as she could feel her unsteady pulse in her throat.
How long had Aaron been spending ti with them? She didn’t know. But now, hearing it from Katherine... It was clear. It had been going on for so ti now—and she was unaware!
And her worst fear had just confird itself—she was losing him.
Amanda couldn’t hear anything else they were saying. Her senses had been blocked by the emotions passing through her. Her stomach twisted in knots as her eyes stung.
Without thinking, she turned and stord away, her shoes clicking aggressively against the polished floor. She was too angry to care who heard her.
Inside her suite, she grabbed her phone with trembling hands. The numbers felt too slow, too heavy as she dialed Brenda’s number. Her heart raced, every thought spiraling out of control.
She needed to talk to her. She needed to know what was happening here.
The phone rang not too long before Brenda’s calm voice finally answered.
"Hello, Amanda."
"I’m losing him!" Amanda’s voice cracked before she could stop herself. Her breath was heavy, panic dripping from every word. "I’m losing him, Brenda. I can feel it. Aaron’s slipping away from , and I... I don’t know what to do anymore." She cried out. She couldn’t lose him now—not yet. There was so much to be done.
Brenda’s voice sounded detached and uninterested, thinking Amanda was exaggerating. "What’s going on?"
"He’s slipping away."
"You said that before," Brenda said, dismissive.
Amanda let out a strained sigh, her heart hamring in her chest. "Katherine, she’s... she’s already won. I know it. Aaron’s spending all his ti with those twins—damn twins. Taking them to school, laughing with them, like they’re his real kids. He’s choosing them, Brenda. He’s choosing her. And those kids... those kids are his. I don’t know," she rushed out, her fingers digging into her palm, "I’m not sure."
Her voice grew quieter. "I don’t know if Aaron knows yet, but he will. And when he does—when he figures it out... I’ll lose him for good," she panicked, pacing in her room. "Sothing needs to be done."
Brenda’s voice shifted, finally giving the situation her full attention. "I see," she comnted. "That bitch must have pulled so string."
Amanda’s breath hitched, her frustration and restlessness all written on her face. "So when are you going to do sothing?!" her voice rose.
Brenda, taking offense at Amanda’s tone, said curtly, "Mind your tone."
Amanda blinked, breathing through her mouth as she softened her tone. "I know you hate her. I know you think she ruined him. But if you don’t step in now, you’ll lose your son again, Brenda. And this ti, I don’t think you can fix it."
The silence on the other end was suffocating. Brenda said nothing, and Amanda waited, clutching her phone tightly like her life depended on it. Then finally, Brenda spoke, low and quiet in a cold voice. "I’ll handle it."
The line clicked dead.
Amanda stared at the phone in her hand, a mix of relief and dread swelling inside her. She didn’t know what Brenda would do. But she knew one thing: it was too late for her to sit back and wait.
She couldn’t afford to let Aaron slip away. She wouldn’t let him.
.
The phone call ended with an unnatural silence in the room. Brenda sat back in her chair, her hands folded in front of her, frowning as she stared at the black screen of her phone, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"You think I’ll let this happen again?" she muttered under her breath, her voice ice cold.
She bit her lower lip. She could feel the familiar anger and hatred for the girl twirling in her. She must find a way to take her out before it got out of hand. She could lose her son to that whore again.
Who knows how many people the bitch had slept with after getting kicked out—then deem it as her son’s own?
She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in determination.
"Sothing needs to be done."
The plan started to form in her head, and she felt the first tendrils of satisfaction curl through her. It would take ti, but that was fine. Brenda had always been patient.
She picked up her phone again, a single ssage being typed out.
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