His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

137 Hello, My Sister

"Liv, do you remember when I told you that there was a woman in Las Vegas who thought I was Elena? That woman was Rose." I had to confess, "I'm asking you to look into this because I suspect Mia is Elena. I met Rose in person."

"So you got something out of Rose, but you weren't going to share it with us." Mark squinted at me. "Why?"

"I just want you to put the investigation on hold," I said, "Since she's my sister, I was wondering if I could look into this myself. I swear, if I find anything, I'll let you know. But not yet. I need to reach out to that Rose again and find some hard evidence."

"Eva, do you also suspect that Mia came back for another reason?" Liv asked. "But I think you're trying to protect Mia, which I don't understand."

"She's my sister," I could only say. "She's my sister until I find out everything. Please, leave the rest to me."

Liv glanced at Mark, who hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing. But I knew his patience wouldn't last.

"When are you going to meet Rose?" Mark asked.

"As soon as I can, maybe tomorrow," My heart is disturbed at the thought of Rose saying that she has conclusive evidence about Mia in her hand. I couldn't let Liv know about Jeff's affair with Mia, and I had to find out if the man who bought Mia's v.irginity was Mickle Blanton.

God, this is so bad, if it's true.

"When I get the smoking gun, I promise I'll tell you," I said to Mark.

"To be honest, when Mia first approached Frade, I didn't like this woman," Mark said, frowning. "Vickie and I are on the same page on this."

"So, did you tell Vickie what you found out?" It dawned on me that Vickie had also sent Mark to investigate Mia. No wonder he had asked to be part of the project.

"I'm a Logan too," Mark explained.

Paper can never cover fire. I'll have to call Rose soon. After I left Liv's house, I texted Rose to meet her. Soon she replied.

'Come to my apartment at 3 pm tomorrow and I'll give you what you want. Don't forget the money, Cutie. Rose'

Her address showed an apartment on Sixth Avenue, with a room number attached.

The next day, I told Daley that I needed to go to the hospital to see Vickie. He agreed. When he asked if I needed a chauffeur to take me to the hospital, I made an excuse. He didn't ask any more questions.

I took a taxi and went to an apartment building according to the address Rose gave me. The apartment looked old, and there wasn't a caretaker at the front door. A woman came out with two children, one of whom nearly hit me while playing with a ball.

When the elevator door opened, a thin man in a trance came out of it. He looked at me for a second and then slowly staggered out of the elevator.

Another person was hurt by drugs. This man reminded me of what Vickie said when she told me that Daley was a drug dealer. Although I knew he used to make drugs on Pudding Island, I never thought he would continue to sell drugs when he returned.

Could drugs have been involved in his collaboration with Tommy? I can't imagine. He kept so many things from me.

The elevator smelled like vomit mixed with dog urine. I held my breath until I reached the ninth floor. When the doors finally opened, I couldn't wait to get out of the gap immediately.

In the dimly lit hallway, I looked for Rose's room number on either side of the door. Finally, at the end of the hall, I found the room number that Rose had given me: 901. I knocked politely on the door.

After about 3 minutes, there was no response. I knocked on the door again, but still no answer. Confused, I tried to turn the knob, but the door was unlocked. I opened the door and went inside.

The room was a mess, with leftover pizza cartons and empty wine bottles lying around. I called Rose's name softly, but the room was quiet enough that no one else seemed to be living there.

Just then, the sound of the door closing came from behind me. I immediately turned and saw a woman standing in front of me with her back to the door.

"Mia?" I was shocked.

"Hello, my sister." Mia was wearing a beige top and skinny jeans, and she wore a green wig over her head. She stared at me with her arms folded across her chest.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Why am I here?" Mia says with an exaggerated laugh, her shoulders shaking slightly.

"This is where I used to live. Why can't I come here? It's you, my sister. What brings you to a place like this? Aren't you supposed to be living in a mansion with your feet on the carpet in high heels?"

"Where's Rose?"

"She's not coming." Mia toyed with the wig on her head. "It reminds me of the days when I used to dance with her at the club. But now I'm never going back."

She threw the wig in the trash. "I've forgotten all about that, and you are digging up my secret."

"What did you do with Rose?" She had known about my meeting with Rose, so she was here early to wait for me.

"Let's stop talking about her anymore. It's a private gathering between sisters. Do you want me to get you a cup of tea?" Mia looked around, then shrugged. "Sorry, there's not even a cup."

"Don't waste your time. I just want to know where Rose is."

"I gave her some money to stay away from here, and now I think she's on a plane." Mia slowly walks over to me and looks me up and down.

"If you want to know something about me, why don't you just ask me?"

"Will you tell me the truth?"

"Why not?" Mia said with an innocent look in her eyes. "You're my sister. We're family, aren't we?"

"Did Jeff keep you?" I asked, staring into her eyes.

"I don't deny that he kept me for a while."

"But you didn't tell me the truth at first."

"If I had been honest with you from the beginning, you wouldn't have been able to handle it," Mia whispered into my ear, the corners of her mouth curling up.

"Do you know why Jeff kept me?"

"Why?" I frowned.

"Because of you."