His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

158 Daley Left

"Eva, is that you?" A weak voice stopped me from leaving. I hesitated for a second and then returned to the room.

"There you are." Daley lay on the bed with a pale face, his golden eyes staring blankly at me.

"I just came to see you," I said, rubbing my belly. "I don't want my baby's father to die before he's even born."

"Is that my baby?" Daley struggled to raise a hand. "Come here. Come to me."

I walked over to his bed. He looked even more haggard after the first aid. His cheeks were sunken and he was in a bad state of mind.

"Maybe, just maybe," I whispered, "This baby's father is one of you and Frade."

Daley showed a pale smile, "This baby is definitely mine."

"That's what Frade said." The confidence of the two men made me think they were childish.

"I will get medical identification to determine who is the father of the baby," I said, glancing down at my lower abdomen. "Or until the baby is born."

Daley put his hand on the back of my hand, his eyes fixed on my belly, and then he smiled in relief.

"You know what? I never thought I'd have a baby," he said softly. "Every time I'm on the brink of death, God gives me a light. I think it might be fate."

"It's too late now. I think you should rest," I interrupted.

"Eva, don't go," he said pleadingly. "Will you stay with me?"

"No. I'm leaving," I said and turned.

"Did you choose him?" Daley said. "You never liked me from the start, did you?"

"I don't think this is the time to discuss this topic." I sighed. "There are some questions you already know the answer to."

"I'm happy when I'm with you," Daley said. "Thank you for all the wonderful memories."

"Good night, Daley." My eyes welled up, and I sped away.

Just as I was leaving the room, I bumped my head into a man's strong arms. I looked up and saw Frade standing in front of me.

"Did you see him?" Frade held me in his arms. "Why are you crying?"

"Nothing." I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes with my hand.

"Let's go back to the room," Frade said, holding my belt with one hand as I went back to the bedroom.

When I woke up the next day, Frade told me the bad news.

"Daley left," Frade said calmly. "The bouncer saw him disappear during the morning shift."

"Where could he have gone?" Daley had just had surgery. How could he have left?

"Did he leave a message before he left?"

"No. The bouncer said his bed was untidy. Maybe he slipped out in the middle of the night while the bouncer was asleep," Frade said. "He was wounded and managed to get out of here without the guards knowing. Maybe someone was waiting for him outside."

Why did Daley leave? I don't understand why he is in such a hurry to leave here. At this time, my phone received an unfamiliar message, so I opened the message to see a paragraph of text.

'Dear Eva, my love, in order not to give you and Frade trouble, I decided to leave. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I'm on my way back to Mexico. I left you a present in the drawer of the nightstand. Please protect my baby, I will come back. And watch out for your father!

"What happened?" Frade asked.

"It's Daley." I handed the phone to Frade. "He texted me."

"What did he leave for you?"

"I don't know," I sighed. "He said it was in the drawer of the nightstand."

So Frade told the maid to check the nightstand in Daley's room. Soon, the maid reported that she had found a cell phone. When the maid brought the phone in, I recognized it as Daley's.

"He left you his phone?" Frade stared at Daley's. "Turn it on."

I clicked on the phone and saw that the picture on the screen was me and Daley getting married. Oh, he still has this picture.

All the software on the phone has been deleted, and only one recording file remains on the phone. Then I opened the file and turned off the recording as soon as I heard my mother's voice.

"What is it?" Frade asked, staring at me.

"My mother's recorded evidence of arms smuggling between Mickle and Mikeal before she died."

"Who's Mickle?"

"He was my real father," I said, resenting this man. "To bribe Mickle, Mikeal gave him my mother as a gift, and my mother became pregnant with his child."

"So, you and Mia's biological father is Mickle?" Frade muses. "My God, is this Mickle the same Mickle Blanton who's running for President next year?"

"Yes, that's him," I said, "After he was captured, Daley used the recording to make some sort of deal with Mickle so that he could escape during the transfer. But to his surprise, Mickle sent men after him. There is no doubt that the attack on us at sea was arranged by Mickle."

"I think Mickle decided to kill you because he wanted to avoid being sabotaged during the election," Frade said with a look of unease in his eyes, "Not only does Mickle have a strong military background, he is the first Republican nominee and, if nothing else, he is likely to be the next president."

"He killed my mother," I said, gripping Daley's phone. "I want revenge for my mother."

"Eva, calm down." Frade put his hands on my shoulders. "It is not the time for revenge. You're already pregnant. You should think more about our baby's future."

"But my mother died because of him," I said, unable to imagine what had happened to my mother.

"So, Mickle knows who you are," Frade whispered. "If he knew you had this evidence in your hand, would he..."

At that moment, there was a rapid knock on the door. Frade opens the door and finds Mark standing outside.

"Frade, the police are surrounding the house," Mark says urgently. "They're coming in with a search warrant."

"Damn it," said Frade, slamming his fist on the door.