Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: Aubrey’s Jealousy

After the contract was signed, Aubrey walked Ryan to the office door.

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Tll get the evidence organized and file the lawsuit as soon as possible,” Aubrey said, maintaining a professional smile.

Ryan looked ashamed. “Aubrey… how is Sierra doing?”

“She’s doing great since the divorce. Don’t go asking about her, and don’t look back. She doesn’t need you. Just make sure Buddy’s child support is paid on time every month.”

“I failed Sierra. I failed Buddy, too.” Ryan hung his head, his face a mask of regret and self–loathing.

Aubrey wanted to laugh at the irony, but her expression stayed as calm as still water. She just listened to him repent in silence.

After Ryan left, she stayed busy until noon.

After lunch, she made time to head over to the detention center to see Auntie Quinn.

Aubrey had no memory of this woman. She only knew from her recent investigation that this maid had slipped abortion pills into her food while she was pregnant.

Even though no physical harm was ultimately done, Damon had still sued her. Vincent Hall was the lawyer handling the case.

Aubrey met the middle–aged woman in the visitation room.

The woman

he person behind the plan. The police were at a total dead end with her.

inn just kept her head down, refusing to say a single word.

mained calm and composed as she spoke. “Auntie Quinn, you tried to kill my baby with those drugs. ld land you in prison?”

ent recently. I lost the baby.”

linch. She didn’t say a word.

Teached into her pocket and pulled out a yellow Voodoo charm folded into a triangle. She toyed with it between her fingers, ang it slowly. The movement finally caught Quinn’s eye.

ubrey had already done her homework. She knew everything about Quinn’s family, her character, who she loved most, and what she feared above all else.

She wouldn’t be wasting her time here if she didn’t have total leverage.

I took a trip to The Retreat,” Aubrey said casually. “I brought some of the old clothes you left at my house and paid for a ritual. I asked them to take every sin you’ve committed and pass it down to your descendants. Your son, his wife, and your grandson are all living abroad, right?”

Quinn’s face drained of color instantly. She stared at the yellow charm in Aubrey’s hand, her fists clenching tight. She glared at Aubrey, finally spitting out her first words through gritted teeth. “How can you be so heartless?”

“Evil?” Aubrey let out a cold laugh, her voice slow and deliberate. “Your family is living off your blood money. It’s only fair they shoulder some of your sins. That priest I found is the real deal. Didn’t you know? Your grandson has already paid the price. There was a school shooting where he lives. He’s dead.”

Quinn’s face went bone–white. She was caught between rage and pure terror. “Impossible. That’s impossible! You’re lying, Aubrey. You’re lying to me!”

Quinn broke down, tears streaming down her face as she lost control. Her eyes were glued to the yellow talisman in Aubrey’s hand,

filled with dread.

She had always been superstitious and recognized the charm for what it was. Panic set in as she thought back on what she’d done. “I

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drugged your food, yeah, but you didn’t even eat it! I didn’t do anything wrong! I didn’t…”

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“It’s karma. My child is dead because of what you people did. That sin belongs to you, too,” Aubrey snapped, her voice cutting like a blade. “Your boss was Evan Blackwood, wasn’t he?”

Quinn let out a wet, bitter laugh, her expression shifting to one of pure disdain.

Aubrey read the contempt in her eyes. It was a taunt–a silent mockery telling her that she had guessed wrong.

Aubrey pushed her again. “It’s not Evan, is it? It’s Hannah Pierce. My boyfriend’s aunt. She sent your son a fat check, and in return, you did her dirty work. You think you’re being clever? You think that if you stay quiet, the cops won’t find out and you’ll get away with it?”

Quinn suddenly went dead silent. She stopped crying, her face turning eerily calm. She didn’t say a word.

The sudden silence was too deliberate. It felt wrong.

Aubrey smirked. “Thanks for the tip. So Hannah was the mastermind behind the poisoning. I’m definitely not letting her off the

hook.”

Quinn snapped. She surged forward, screaming, “I didn’t say a word! It wasn’t Hannah! Don’t you dare blame an innocent woman!”

“Innocent?” Aubrey echoed. She knew she wouldn’t get a confession, so she grabbed her bag and stood up, keeping her eyes locked on Quinn’s reaction. “The more you panic, the more you defend her, the guiltier she looks. You’re already headed to prison–why would you give a damn if I blame the wrong person? Unless she really is the one. You’re terrified that if you rat her out, she’ll go after your family overseas.”

Quinn’s pupils dilated. She stared at Aubrey, paralyzed with shock.

Aubrey was terrifyingly sharp. With just a few calculated questions and a psychological bluff, she had correctly pinned everything on Hannah Pierce. Her logical precision was chilling.

Auntie Quinn completely spiraled into a panic.

Aubrey left the detention center and drove back to Blackwood Crescent.

As she drove, her mind raced. She started re–examining every tragedy that had hit her over the years. Was there a connection?

It started when her father was thrown in prison. Then her aunt and uncle had used “love” as a weapon, guilt–tripping her into breaking up with Damon. Then came the endless string of disasters that followed.

She had lost her memory and forgotten the specifics, but now that she knew the broad strokes of everything that had happened, she found a common thread.

Every single event had one goal: to destroy her relationship with Damon and make sure they never got married.

Charles Blackwood had blocked her father’s case from being reopened.

Evan Blackwood had bribed her former coworker, Garrett Miller, to drug her and ruin her reputation.

Hannah Pierce had bought off Auntie Quinn, using the nanny to drug her and kill her unborn child.

Caleb Taylor’s mother, Madison Lewis, had relentlessly harassed her, trying to force her out of New Haven City.

And then there was the hit–and–run–the truck driver who had slammed into her, causing the miscarriage and nearly leaving her in a permanent coma before vanishing.

Auntie Quinn and Garrett Miller were already behind bars. Since her memory loss, Madison Lewis hadn’t caused any more trouble, but the truck driver who hit her had fled the country and was still at large.

None of these incidents seemed to have the same mastermind.

Yet, they all shared one goal: to keep her and Damon apart.

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Who did her marrying Damon actually threaten?

It wasn’t like she was marrying Evan. Did her aunt and uncle really hate her enough to cross the line into criminal territory just to stop them?

Their behavior was extreme. They had reached too far, and it didn’t make sense. It went against basic human nature.

She was missing something. There had to be a detail she’d overlooked. It couldn’t just be about ‘family reputation” or “classism“-those reasons were too shallow to justify this level of targeting.

Aubrey’s thoughts were a tangled mess. The more she tried to piece it together, the more her head throbbed.

Five in the evening. The sky was turning a heavy gray.

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