Footsteps neared the door. Melissa was quick to recognize it as her father’s and sprung toward its direction in childlike blithe. Her tiny stature made it impossible for the kid to reach the doorknob, though it did not matter, as a second later, the door cracked open softly from outside, as though whoever was coming in predicted the little girl’s presence to stand behind it.
Seeing little Millie, Alejandro bent down and carried the girl in his arms. “C’mon, standing behind the door again? You know someone might hit you with the door one day, and that’s not very nice, is it? Next time, stand farther away from the door, okay?” he admonished kindly. “Anyway, go play with your toys downstairs. Daddy needs to talk to Mommy for a bit, okay?”
Melissa mimicked Melanie sniffling. “Daddy, Mommy cry, sniff-sniff, argh-argh…”
Alejandro shot Melanie a complicated, indecipherable look and handed Melissa to her nanny.
Alejandro closed the door and faced Melanie, who stood before the window twiddling her thumb in anxiety. “What is it?”
He marched toward her and demanded stormily, “Where is your phone? Someone else was there when Tiffany fell off the stairs, wasn’t there? My men found a f**king half-burnt cigarette on the floor where it happened, woman, and I know for sh*t that you don’t smoke. So who. Was. It?!”
Melanie dared not look at him in the eyes. Her phone had been snatched away from Nikolai back then. “T-There was no one there but Tiffany and me. My phone… I dropped it somewhere. And that half-burnt cigarette, maybe it was just someone else who was smoking there sometime before or after—”
Alejandro’s disbelief spurred him into clutching her shoulders. “Look—at—me! Look me in the eyes and then talk!”
Melanie turned her face away and struggled against her. “Let me go, you’re hurting me—! I told you, I was the only one there! You… You could say… I was the one who pushed Tiffany down and I won’t have any alibi to prove otherwise, would I? If taking out your steam for Tiffany’s sake is what you want, then go ahead! You… You already thought it was me, didn’t you? So skip all this interrogation and just… assume you know everything already! It was me who did it, okay?”
Alejandro shoved her away. “I can’t f**king believe I trusted you. You… you… Divorce!” he exploded. “I’m divorcing you!”
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