Rejected Me Once Never Fool Me Twice (Watt) novel Chapter 7

Ever since my brother left my penthouse, I’ve had an uneasy feeling inside me.

It’s as if I’m being followed.

For instance, when I was on the red carpet with Marcus at the launch of our new lingerie designs, one of the photographers looked oddly familiar.

I could have sworn I’d met him somewhere before....but maybe it was just paranoia.

There’s also always someone....an unknown figure....lurking on our security cameras.

Marcus says I’m overthinking things, but I’m just being careful.

My life is finally starting to take shape, to have real meaning, and I won’t let anything.....or anyone....take that away from me.

I can’t afford to lose myself again.

Today is one of the days I take a walk around the block.

It also marks the 10th anniversary of losing my baby boy.

People might call me awful or a bad mother, but a part of me is glad he left this world.

I wouldn’t have hated him....I would have loved him so much. Even though he wasn’t conceived the right way, he was still my son, a part of me. I would have cherished him.

He died in my arms at the hospital the moment he was born.

He was premature, with many complications...weak lungs, jaundice, an acute respiratory disorder.

He wasn’t meant to be.

I buried him by a calm riverside.

Marcus knows about this, and during this time every year, he gives me space.

Today, he’s attending all our meetings and will be home by 3 p.m. I plan to do some grocery shopping and then head back.

You’ll always be in my heart, Frosty.

He had tiny white strands of hair on his body when he was born, which is why I gave him that name.

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"Marcus, I’m home!" I sing as I open the door to our penthouse.

Silence.

I close the door gently behind me. He should be here by now.

I remove my coat and hang it on the rack.

His coat is here. So are his shoes. He must be asleep.

"Marcus?" I call again, making my way to the living room.

The moment I step in, I scream.

Marcus is lying on the floor, his throat slit, blood pooling around him.

"Oh my God!" I rush to his side, pressing my hands against his wound.

I rip off my scarf and tie it around his neck to slow the bleeding, but it soaks through instantly.

I check his pulse.....it’s there, but faint.

"Oh God, who did this to you?" I cry.

I call an ambulance. They arrive within minutes and rush him to the hospital.

He’s taken straight into surgery.

Nine hours pass before I get any news.

The headlines are already all over us. I have to get extra security.

Now, I’m sitting by Marcus’s bedside, watching his face.

His girlfriend will be here any minute, and then I can go home and change.

The police are investigating, but deep down, I already know who did this.

My phone pings, startling me.

It’s a message from an unknown number.

End it, or else he won’t be lucky next time.

Only one person would threaten Marcus’s life.

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