Waking Up to Five Years Later
Yet the more ruthless she was, the more desperate I became to uncover the truth.
So I sat down right there in the lobby entrance, drawing stares from employees as they passed.
Before long, a woman approached, claiming to be Alicia's assistant. Her brows knit together, her tone dripping with mockery. "Mr. Deacon, have you seriously forgotten today is the anniversary of Jacob's death?"
Death anniversary? Jacob… was dead?
Seeing me rooted in shock, she let out a derisive snort.
"No wonder Ms. Reinfield called ahead, saying your act was convincing. Seeing you now, I agree—you really are putting on a show, to the point of pretending you don't even remember the day of Jacob's passing.