"These pictures are fake!" Robert defended. "Selene must have done this to trick us or something." He turned to face Michelle who’d decided to keep quiet since they ignored her. "She must have been the one who sent this picture."


    ’Could Selene be the one who sent over my photos?’ Amelia wondered.


    She red at Robert, remembering to stay mad at him. Internally, she didn’t care if Robert was cheating on her—she was ying the same game also.


    If it had been a few weeks ago before she got his properties, perhaps she would have been furious with the current situation.


    "You are lying to me! After all these years of marriage, you dare to cheat on me?!"


    "Mother, I don’t think you are in any position to be asking such a question," Michelle interrupted, shooting Amelia a re.


    "What’s that supposed to mean?" Amelia questioned.


    Michelle didn’t reply—she merely shrugged.


    After discovering that her mother had been cheating on their father, she thought she’d seen it all. But when she learned that her father was also cheating on her mother, she found herself numb to the revtion.


    "Father, I never thought you could do such a thing to Mother," Jack followed suit.


    Although he was surprised, he couldn’t bring himself to feel upset like any other child if they found out that their father was cheating on their mother.


    "And so what if I cheated on her? That’s not the important matter at hand!" Robert bellowed, feeling utterly frustrated with the current situation. "I need to teach Selene a lesson for messing with me like this," he added, his face flushed in anger.


    "Father, you are not understanding what I’ve been saying to you," Michelle interrupted. "AW stands for Anastasia Wace. Selene has been Anastasia all this while." Facing Amelia, she added, "Maybe she was also the one who sent the other pictures."


    Amelia paled.


    "What pictures?" Robert asked confusedly.


    "Didn’t I tell you before, that Selene has no evidence against us if she does turn out to be Anastasia?" Jack questioned, despising the goosebumps that formed on his skin whenever he gave a thought to what Michelle said concerning Selene/Anastasia.


    "Just think about it," Michelle said through gritted teeth. "If truly Selene isn’t Anastasia like you all think, but then Selene was the one who sent these pictures, don’t you think that’s something we should be worried about?" She asked, ncing between them. "If she uploads any of these pictures on the inte, we are over."


    Silence reigned as they swallowed Michelle’s words,pletely understanding what she was saying.


    Just when Michelle was about to continue, the ringtone of someone’s phone broke through the silence. Startled, everyone’s heads turned to the coffee table, where Robert’s phone was ringing.


    Robert walked towards his phone and picked it up, only for him to see it was an unknown number. He nced towards the others who were waiting for him to pick up his phone.


    "Who’s this?" He questioned as soon as the call connected.


    "Hi, Father. Did you miss me?"


    A deep frown formed on Robert’s face since the voice sounded very familiar.


    "Who. Is. This?" He questioned.


    "Don’t you recognize your daughter anymore?" The person paused for a second before she continued. "That’s right, you think I’m dead. Well, sorry to break it to you Father, but I’m very much alive."


    "Anastasia?" Robert’s body stiffened in shock.


    Michelle’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of that name as fear clouded her expression.


    "Hurray! It’s a good thing I didn’t have to tell you the name for you to know me. Did you like my surprise?" Anastasia questioned with a soft chuckle that had shivers run down Robert’s spine.


    He stared at the pictures—the letter that came with it exactly.


    A.W.—Anastasia Wace.


    ’Michelle was right,’ he thought to himself.


    He opened his mouth to speak but no words coulde out. It was the first time in a long time that he’d been speechless before.


    "The cat caught your tongue, Father?" Anastasia asked, a small grin on her lips. "If you are together with the others, then can you kindly put this call on speaker?" She requested.


    As if being controlled, Robert put the call on speaker.


    "Mother, how are you doing? Did you like the surprise I sent to you the other day?" Anastasia asked, her voice sounding so cheerful and pleasant as if she and Amelia had a good rtionship to begin with. "Did you like the pictures?"


    "What pictures?" Robert questioned her again.


    Suddenly, they heard a gasp on the phone call.


    "You haven’t seen the pictures I sent to mother yet?" Anastasia asked, her voice sweet but carrying a sharp edge. "I’m sure you’ll love them, Father," she promised, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.


    She called Jack next, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And you, Jack? The best big brother in the world. You and Mother have been getting quite closetely, whispering secrets to each other, hiding things from the rest of the family." She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing with a darker tone. "If it were anyone else, they might think the two of you were plotting how to kill Father."