Anastasia's wishes

Chapter 26 - The truth-

Nathan's POV

"Why are you here, Nathan?" She actually looks pissed.

"Why don't you take a seat first? I'll tell you everything," I guide us into her living room.

I'm going to tell her the truth. I hope she can forgive me. I hope she believes me. I don't want to be apart from my family anymore. I know when I stroke Parker's cheek, she is shivering because of my touch. I still have some effect on her. Gosh, I want her. Badly. But I have to hold it. We need to talk first.

"Do you remember, about a year ago, I went to the Jones charity night at their house?" I remind her.

"I don't." She answers.

"That weekend, you had a medical conference, at DC I think. I had an invitation that day. It was a charity night at the Jones. You already told me not to come because I had a fever the day before. But I still went to the Jones house because I've promised them to come and donate some money. What happened on that day, is the reason for our separation," I hope she can understand what I am going to say.

"I don't get it," she answers.

"Let me continue, sweetheart, "I wave my hand.

"The charity went well. When it's over, Mr. Jones called me to his study room. He said he has something to talk to me. Business matters. We talked for a while. And when we finished, everybody has gone home."

I still remember that day vividly. I won't ever forget it.

"When I go out, Lisa called me." I see Ana tenses up. I grab her hands and strokes it. She tries to withdraw but I hold her hands. I'm not going to let her run again.

"She said she had something to talk to me. Private matter. She was crying but I don't want to talk to her in a closed room. So we talked in their living room while we drink. And that's my mistake. She drugged my drink. I lost my consciousness. The next thing I know I awoke at some old barn with blood all over my body. I didn't know whose blood was it. I get cut at my arms. But I know, it won't cause that much blood. I went home and burned everything," I try to recall the horrible memory.

I take a deep breath. I stand up and walk to the window. Hoping that seeing the waves will calm me down. She still sits down but I can fell her attention is solely for me.

"The next morning I see on the news, a body was found. A drug dealer. He was found near the same old barn. The murderer wasn't found. I was afraid. I had a bad feeling already. But the news said that there was no clue about the murderer. I hoped it would pass."

"A few days later, Lisa called me. She said we have to meet. I tried to contact her before, but she never answered. I tried to find out what happened. So when she said she wanted to meet me, I agreed. We met in my office. She brought some files. I confronted her about what happened. She showed me pictures, files, shreds of evidence that would link me to that drug dealer. There was proof of my fingerprints on the gun. My DNA was on the crime scene."

"DNA?" I see her trembling. She tries not to cry. I know she's afraid.

"Yes, It turns out I puked at that time. Probably because of the drug. My blood was also on the crime scene. I thought maybe it was from the cut on my hand. She also said that she had CCTV records as proof but she won't show me. I didn't believe her. Why would I kill that guy? I didn't know him. She explained that her people had cleared everything but she kept pictures as evidence. The drug dealer turned out to be some kind of king of the drug cartel. He had connections throughout all over the US even Europe. His men already searched the murders. She blackmailed me. She gave me 2 choices. Leaving you and be with her or she would turn me in. She gave me 2 weeks to make a choice." I look at Ana. She's crying now.

"I chose to leave you. I don't care if I end up in jail. But I won't let you get hurt. I love you more than my life. I know if the cops catch me, the other drug dealers will hunt you down. And you will forever be known as a murderer wife. And when you tell me that you're pregnant, it made me surer. I don't want my son to grow up as a murderer son. I don't want my son to live in fear because those people are dangerous," I finish my story.

"Have you double-checked the files? Are you sure it was real?" She says while crying. I know it's killing her. I sit beside her and wipe her tears.

"Of course, baby. I have my own PI. It was my fingerprints, my DNA. Still, I doubted that I did that. But I needed time to figure it out. And I don't have it. Lisa pressured me. That's why I left you. I hoped you would stay at our house, worked at your old hospital. At least that way I can still watch you. But you, my stubborn wife, choose to do the opposite."