Chapter 21

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When I’d pushed the council for a vote, I’d been confident we had enough supporters to get De Luca Towers approved.

The morning before the vote, I sat down with a cup of coffee at the kitchen table and opened the Toronto Star, and things fell apart.

On the front page, there was a picture of the proposed De Luca Towers project, with a headline that blared a damning message.

THERE’S NOPARK!

I hastily read the article. The Star had managed to get their hands on pictures of the plan that Sebastian Sierge had created. 

The ones I’d rejected. And when they’d seen the pitiful park proposal, they had jumped to conclusions.

Except no one outside of the small team working on De Luca Towers had even seen those plans.

No one even knew what Sebastian had proposed. Who had leaked the plans to the paper?

Then I read a passage in the article, and my heart stopped.

Mr. Dave Wesley, chair of the ‘Concerned Citizens Against De Luca Towers’ group, provided us the plans of the De Luca Towers park plan. “I got them from a source close to Christian Giovanni De Luca himself,” he said. “It’s such a shame, really. When Mr. De Luca promised the mayor that their design would include a park, we had hoped that his words were in good faith. But as this plan demonstrates, his words were a lie. This isn’t a park. This is a sidewalk.”



A source close to Christian Giovanni De Luca himself.

Someone Dave Wesley knew.

Someone who hadn’t wanted De Luca Towers built. Someone who had stood up in front of city hall and had argued for a park and a playground.

Chloe.

My mind raced to the damning conclusion. She’d never visited me at work before, but she had last night.

She’d told me to think of naughty fantasies she’d suggested sex. And when I got up to wash up after we’d made love, she’d been left alone in my office.

She’d held her phone in her hand. At the time, I’d thought she looked upset.

Now, I realized that she wasn’t upset. She was afraid of being caught taking photos of the plans.

My heart ached and my vision blurred.

My body slanted backward, and I stared down at the paper, unseeing, my coffee growing cold beside me.

Last night, when I’d come back home and seen her curled up in our bed, fast asleep, my heart had stuttered, and my throat had grown dry.

Looking at her, I’d felt my emotions swell, and I’d wanted to take her in my arms and never let her go.

Last night, I discovered that I'd fallen in love with her.

This morning, I realized what a fool I’d been.

My wife had been playing me all along, from the day we’d met.

She was friends with Dave Wesley.

Everything had been part of a plan to stop De Luca Towers from being built.

I should have known that from the start.

I’d deliberately blinded myself to the truth.

And because of my foolishness, my project was going to fail.




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