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Unexpected Love Story (Love 2) Natasha Madison 2022/8/3 13:51:05

“Mr. Walker,” another detective calls for me, and I get up and walk to him. He takes me down a white hallway with rooms on both sides. He opens the door. “Please have a seat.”

I pull out the chair and sit down. “Anything that I can do to help,” I say, “but I have to say, I’m a little confused about all this.”

“Well, hopefully I can shed some light on the situation with what she told us,” he says, opening a file.

“So she said she started working for you three years ago. That it was platonic when your fiancée left. She said she thinks your fiancée left because she found out that you were in love with Ava.”

“I was left at the altar. I have five hundred witnesses who can confirm I would have gotten married that day.”

“She has text messages on her phone that she claims were sent from you.”

I open my mouth. “Impossible because I never sent them.”

“Well, I have the proof,” he says, taking out her phone and putting it in front of me. I pick it up and am shocked that it’s my fucking number and the texts are fucking making me blush. “Still sticking to your original statement, Mr. Walker?”

I snap my head up to look at him. “You’re damn fucking straight.” I take my phone out. “I have never ever texted any of my nurses, ever. Especially not of my dick.”

“Are you having a child with one of your nurses?” he asks, leaning back.

I place my hands on the table. “This interview is over. I’m not going to answer any other questions without a lawyer present.” I get up. “I’m telling you the truth. My tires have been slashed two times, two.” I put my hands in my pocket. “And now my house has been burned down, and the person responsible for that is in another room somewhere.” I look up at the ceiling. “Did she ever think that maybe someone was home when she decided to go all fatal attraction? Is anyone asking her what would have happened if anyone was home?”

“She wasn’t thinking clearly,” the detective says.

“Well, someone needs to make her start thinking clearly,” I breathe out. “This is crazy, beyond crazy. I have never, ever, ever said or did anything that would have made her think I wanted her that way.”

He doesn’t say anything while he gets up and goes to the door. I walk out of the room the exact moment Ava is walking out of another room. She has black tear streaks down her cheeks. She runs to me, throwing her arms around my neck. “Oh, Gabe, you came for me,” she cries. My hands take hold of her up arms and I push her away. She looks shocked by my actions. “I knew you would come.”

“I didn’t come for you. I would never come for you,” I tell her, and she takes two steps back, her hand going to her chest. “You burned my house down.” Anger now coming out of me. “What if Crystal was home and stuck inside? What if she or the baby were harmed?” The minute I mention the baby, she loses her mind.

“That bitch trapped you. How do you even know it’s your baby?” she says. She lunges at me, stopped by the detective who was beside me. “It was supposed to be me. You were supposed to fall in love with me the minute Bethany left.” She tries to worm her way out of the detective’s arms. “For three years, I was your go-to, and then that bitch comes into the office, and all of a sudden, you don’t care.”

“I never ever looked at you any other way except professionally,” I tell her.

“I know you love me. I see it every time you look over at me and smile. The way you always ask for me when there are all those other nurses.”

“I think this has gone on long enough,” the detective says. “Mr. Walker, I will let you know if I need anything else.”

I look at him and then at Ava, “Never. It was never going to happen.” Then I walk out of the station. My head pounding so hard.

When I get back to Crystal’s, I walk into the house and see her sleeping on the couch. Going to her, I squat down in front of her and kiss her lips. Her eyes open slowly, and she stretches out her arms. Pulling me close to her, she kisses my lips. “You’re back.”

“Yeah,” I say while I rub her cheek with my thumb. “I just got back. The door wasn’t locked.”

“Well, considering the person after you burned your house down, I thought it was safe.” She moves closer to my touch.

“For the time being, can we just lock it?” I stare at her. “How are you feeling?”