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MARKI didn’t continue driving until I was certain that I could. For now, the realization would keep hitting all over again, but right now, I had to focus on other things.As I continued driving, I called Reyna.“Good day, Mr. Mark,” she said as soon as she picked up the call.“I know you are not supposed to be working at this very moment, but this is very important,” I stated.“Is this about Miss Alexa?” Reyna asked.“How did you guess?” I asked, surprised.“I saw the news on the blogs, sir,” Reyna said. “I had no idea that she was pregnant, and neither did Shirley; I just got off the phone with her,” she added.Then who could have leaked the news to the public.It was obvious now that it wasn’t Alexa who told the public about it. Someone else had done it, and now that it wasn’t Alexa’s secretary because she didn’t know, I couldn’t think of anyone else that could have done it.But I became curious to find out instantly.“Okay,” I simply said because I didn’t want to further discuss m

ALEXAI thought I was going to glide down the stairs after missing my step and break my neck, or worse, lose the pregnancy until I felt a firm hand grabbing me and stopping me from falling.It was Ivy.“Are you okay?” She asked me.As I missed a step, my phone fell from my hand, which was also as a result of the shock of the message I received from Donald Shell, but thankfully, it didn’t crack or glide down the stairs.Without waiting for me to give her a response, Ivy helped me to pick up my phone, and then she gave it to me. I was still in so much shock about everything that I snatched the phone from Ivy’s hand in hostility.I didn’t even acknowledge that she had stopped me from a ghastly fall and even picked up my cell phone.“Alexa, are you okay?” Ivy asked me again.Since she returned, I noticed that she rarely came downstairs, or maybe when she did, I wasn’t aware, but she rarely did, and even now, she was careful about being on the stairs with me because anyone might walk in, a

MARKVector’s question jolted something inside of me, and each time he asked me questions like this, it always made me realize how much of a horrible situation I was in.And it made me upset and defensive instead of facing the situation head on.“Why would I want to tell them that?” I asked Vector, sounding really upset.I knew that I was transferring the aggression to Vector, but then again, he shouldn’t have asked me questions that would do nothing but trigger my nervous system.“I am just wondering how you hope to handle this, Mark,” Vector said.“It is none of your damn business,” I stated, almost snapping.“Alright, fine,” Vector said, raising up his hands in surrender.“And you have no right to say anything either,” I instructed him.“I was never going to say anything, Mark. I only wanted to know because I care about you and we have been friends for a really long time,” he added.My shoulders sagged in defeat as I sat down on my couch. Being defensive and transferring aggression

ALEXA“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” I asked Shirley, still reeling in the shock of what she just said.All this time when I thought that I was alone and dealing with everything on my own, Mark had been assisting me financially. Now I realized why the doctor had refused to tell me who paid for the autopsy. He made me believe that the hospital took responsibility of the finances.Not that he mentioned it specifically anyway, but I just assumed that that was what had happened, being that he didn’t provide a name.“I didn’t want you to be upset,” Shirley responded.As much as I wanted to counter her response, I didn’t, because I knew that she was right. I was so livid with Mark Ronaldo that I would raised hell if I had known.I was still angry with Mark anyway.“So, that was why you gave him an invitation to my dad’s funeral, right?” I asked Shirley.I was really trying hard not to get upset, but deep down, the rage was already building because as I asked the question, I was remin

ALEXA“This is a whole lot,” I found myself saying.Shirley didn’t respond to me immediately. I was still reeling from the shock and guilt of everything. “Get them into the house, please,” Shirley instructed the driver.The driver nodded and went right to work. He carried every item delicately into my living room and he didn’t stop until he was done.“Is that all?” Shirley asked him.“Yes, it is all,” he responded, and then he waited to be paid.“I will take care of the bill,” I said instantly.Since I didn’t pay for any of the items, the least I could do was sort put the bill, but Shirley beat me to it. As soon as I offered, she was already dipping her hand into her purse.“Don’t worry about it, Miss Alexa,” Shirley said. “Why not? You don’t have to pay for it, Shirley. Please, let me handle it,” I requested, but Shirley shook her head again.“I am not the one paying. Mr. Mark Ronaldo already has everything sorted out,” Shirley told me.That made me speechless again and I didn’t e