In a stunning twist of fate, the life of a billionaire hedge fund is turned upside down when Alison, the woman who saved his son's life, awakens from a 10-day coma believing she is not only his wife but also the loving mother of his children. The bo...
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Jake
I had put the children to bed and returned downstairs, hoping this Stormy guy would have disappeared after dinner. But no, I found them sitting in the formal living room, and the man had opened my most expensive wine.
I walked to the bar, got a glass and poured myself the opened wine. Alison did not have any brothers. Carlos was highly competent at his job and would have found something earlier. Who is this guy inside my house?
I sat on the armchair across from them. "So, Patrick, what do you do?"
"Well, you know a little of this, a little of that. But if I'm being honest with you, Jake. I was in New York looking for Sunny."
The fucker smiled at Alison. Yeah, like I was buying all his bullshit since before dinner.
I clutched my glass so as not to punch him. "Please refrain from calling my wife Sunny. That isn't her name anymore."
"Jake!!!!" Alison had her eyebrows furrowed, not liking the way I was talking.
"What???" I said, pretending I was innocent. "That isn't your name. I even have a certificate in my office attesting to it."
Patrick smirked. "Your husband is right, Ali."
I stared at his smug face. What was his play here? He screams bad vibes, and I do not buy this whole. I am the best brother in the world, not even for a second.
Stormy took a sip of my wine and glanced at me. "Jake, it's just that I was so worried about her. Ali promised she would come back for me, and when she didn't show up when I turned eighteen, I thought something bad had happened to her."
He looked at her and I was sure he could even produce a few tears right now. Patrick should take Alison's Oscar for Best Drama and keep to himself. Stormy was much better at this than Alison ever could.
Patrick squeezed her hand and looked into her eyes. "Ali had never broken a promise to me before. We were inseparables. I'm unsure how I lived without her all those years."
Alison held his hand and seemed sorry for what he told her she had done. I could tell what he was doing. Stormy was trying to make her feel guilty. Well, he would not do it on my watch.
I lifted an eyebrow, questioning him. "Really??? If you were so worried about her wellbeing, why was I unaware of any missing person's report for her?"
He focused on my face and blinked a few times, sure he was trying to return from it. But my blow was too low, and Stormy was finding it difficult to get up.
The fucker shrugged. "Well, I ain't like you, full of resources. The police wouldn't give much attention to an eighteen-year-old boy from Pennsylvania in the big city."
"So, you have been looking for her in New York for the last four years? Man, that's a commitment!" I sarcastically said.
"Yes, of course!!!! She's my sister." He looked at Alison and beamed.
