Too Late

Epilogue

-Marvin-

It's been seven years since Anne's death.

I felt like I died with her. But sadly I was still alive.

I'm twenty-nine now. Married to a woman who I don't love. That was a smart business move. I was practically forced to marry her. And the same thing happened to her. 

I still love Anne. I've gone to many therapists. They all told me it was not healthy to still think of Anne. All of them told me to move on. But I can't. Especially when the person I was forced to marry has a name so awfully similar to Anne's.

Her name is Anna.

When I found out, all I could think of was that life is playing a sick joke on me.

The only person I love other than Anne is Jocelyn. She is my adopted daughter.

The first time I saw her was in the orphanage I got her from. Her hazel eyes and light brown hair reminded me of Anne. She was two at the time. Really smart for her age. Anna and I were being asked a lot of questions about an heir for the company. I brought Jocy home that night. No one dared to say a thing.

Jocelyn is five now. And she's growing into a beautiful girl.

Now about other parts of my life.

Clay moved out of town with Brandon. We kept in touch for some time. But then we stopped. We could not keep up. When I was free he had some work and vice versa. 

I found out that Andrea got into an accident. After the party for her parents anniversary, while they were coming home a truck hit their car. Both her parents died and she went to a coma. Her father died on the spot and her mother died on the way to the hospital.

She is still in a coma. It's unlikely she will ever wake up. Her family gave up on her. They could not afford the expenses and they lost all hope. At the moment I was paying all her bills. Not that I mind, Afterall I was the one who took this responsibility. 

Coming back to Anna.

I gave her permission to do whatever she wants to. Go out with someone, travell the world, shop whatever and whenever. Anything she wishes. 

She is not a gold-digger or a bitch. She's a nice person. I would have fallen for her if I didn't love Anne.

Her situation is not much better than mine. The hurt is clearly visible on her face whenever she sees me with Miss Sweetheart. My red teddy bear which Anne gave me. 

Not in a bad way. But in a way that says that say that she wished that I could give her some attention one day. She had the title of my wife. That was as far as it went.

We were just a showpiece for the world to see. Nothing more, nothing less.

The door to my study opened and Jocelyn peeked from behind it.

Her big hazel eyes widened when she noticed me looking directly at her. Although she was quick to cover it.

"Hi, daddy!" She smiled.

I smiled back. "Hey. So what do you want to do today?"

She sprinted to me and when she reached me I lifted her and placed her on my lap.

"You want to ask me something. Don't you?"

She nodded her head "Did you named me?"

Raising one of my eyebrows I answer her, "Yes."

"So why did you named me Jocelyn? Why not something else?" She asked me crunching up her features in confusion.

"It is a name of someone daddy loves." And it was. It was Anne's middle name. I was one of the few people who knew that.