There were many things I've never told my wife or my daughter, handing secrets is difficult but indispensable.

You may feel chagrin or guilt while doing so but only thinking of what that secret you were hiding so cautiously could cause makes you want to hide it forever.

Elide looked like that when I asked her what that wound on her cheek was, she looked like she couldn't hide anymore, she fired the consequences, yet that expression quickly changed into something else.

When she told me that Andrew was the cause of if I wasn't surprised, I was feeling remorse.

I tried to help her, but she didn't listen and as soon she couldn't do it anymore she gave up.

My Son wasn't a problematic kid when he was little, his childhood wasn't composed of any traumatic event. My wife had him when we were still pretty young, we were both 18 at the time. My parents weren't so disappointed when I told them the news but they also weren't the happiest. We always used protection during sex but incidents happen and he was my legitimate son.

Andrew was born a year before his sister they both got along pretty well until what happened.

Her and Tiffany were best friend, and he was the reason why she died, Tiffany never really knew why or what happened but she wasn't stupid and she was sure Andrew had something to do with that.

"I will help you" I told her.

I was not going to let another girl die because of my son, the issue with money and power is that they can buy many people, everyone has a soft spot and is amusing how many people have it for money.

Andrew wasn't a part of my company anymore, he didn't have any access to my money but for the short time he was working for me he had gained a big quantitative of money.

"Thank you" she smiled.

"You can't tell this to anyone" I said with a serious tone she looked at me as if I told her the most obvious thing ever.

My wife couldn't know, being secretive was the most intelligent and rational thing to do.

"Are you sure you have enough proves?" the bruises she had on her cheek weren't strong evidence, a decent lower could've just accused her of lying and that they weren't any evidence Andrew was the cause of it.

"I took them with me, I have them in my room."

"Aren't you and Andrew sharing one?" I asked and she shook her head.

"No, we don't."

"Why?"

"I don't know" she didn't seem bothered by the matter she seemed delighted, living with him must have been hell.

"Then just show me tomorrow at the same time," I said she nodded.

"Okay then" she dropped the glass in the sink and went upstairs.

I sighed in frustration and decided that I could stop working for today, I went to my room and got inside the covers.

"You were all day in your office" my wife pointed out, her calm expression was doing a horrible job from hiding the irritation in her voice.

"Yes, I was." I replied coldly.

"Why can't you and Andrew get along?"

"Because our son is not a good person."

"How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me why is he a bad person?" She responded in a harsh tone.

"I just can't tell you!"

"I just can't " I sighed.

"Damien" she said putting a hand on my shoulder I gently broke the contact between us laying down in the bed and facing away from her.

"I'm tired just let me sleep" I said trying to sound calm as possible.

"Fine!" She snapped harshly, shoving her head on the pillow dramatically, I rolled my eyes and ignored her.

It was going like that for some months I know it was my fault, I should've put more effort into our marriage but I wasn't going to do it, I could feel it, things were different between us.

Both of us did wrong in these months but I was always the cause of why she was acting like that and I couldn't give her a reason on why I was being so distant.

There was a time I caught her searching through my files and we got into a fight because of it, then I caught her searching through my phone,  allegedly the reason was that she knew I was hiding something, there was that period where she was sure I was cheating when I never did.

Sure we had our rough years, some breakups and fights but everything after that was good between us.

Know thighs have changed and I don't trust her as I did years ago, I don't love her as I did some time ago.

I feel guilty for it but I couldn't change what I was feeling, yet I could change our relationship status but there was something that stopped me from doing so and I couldn't precisely understand what that was.

The Next morning came and I did what I did the other day, avoid my son and my wife staying in my office until night came, l had to meet Elide before going to sleep, I left my office and went to her room.

I knocked and she fastly opened the door letting me in.

She was wearing a white nightgown that revealed her long legs and exposed  some bruises that seemed in the process of healing.

She was beautiful, she had long curly black hair falling on her shoulders, her dark skin looked smooth and soft, her eyes were of a deep brow that seemed almost black. Her lips were particularly beautiful, the upper lips were slightly darker than the lower one, they were round and plump, her body was desirable, she had a small waist but not too wide hips, both of her breast and backside were full, she seemed small compared to me but she couldn't be less tall than 5'8, she was probably getting noticed by many single and age-appropriate men and maybe, no, surely also women.

"You can stop looking at my bruises now" she spoke lowly.

"Sorry... I wasn't-"

"Don't worry"

"Was it his fault?"

"Well, what do you think? "

"Help me lift that" she said pointing at the mattress, I didn't question her and lift it up, she took out a black box from there and I took down the mattress.

"She had a cute bracelet on her left wrist with a shiny key on it, she took it off and used it to open the box, inside there were some pictures of her smiling with her family and some letters.

She threw them all on the bed and she removed them she smiled when she finally found what she was searching for, she took out a USB and a phone that she unblocked and handed to me.

"All the apps are blocked and the gallery and archive are hidden but here" she said.

I started scrolling through the archive and the amounts of photos and videos and also voice records were able to prove everything.

He was going to pay for every single thing he did, also Beatrice's death.