This is why I kind of hold a grudge against Adam, even though I know that what he chose is probably the most selfless choice he’s ever chosen which makes it impossible to even get close to disliking him.
The man is the definition of humanity.
He may as well put people’s lives before his own, and I wouldn’t be surprised.
Two days ago, when Lexi came over, we took the first step of my plan. When Lexi confirmed to me that the brothers’ parents are in the city, because believe me when I say that you’ll find them in a new country every week, I came up with an idea. Being around my parents for so long, they always made sure that each of us knew the others’ passwords so that we’d never face a problem if we ever forget them. My parents are always at home for both lunch and dinner which is why I hacked into my father’s email address and sent Gabriel an email asking him to bring along his wife and meet my parents.
After opening a few sent emails from my father to Gabriel in order to inspect the formalities and language he normally used with him, I sent him this:
Dear Gabriel,
I hope all is good. I apologize for not calling you directly, but there’s been a signal issue at our home. Since the matter cannot be left disregarded for any further time, I’ve decided to email you instead. We need to talk about how we are going to handle Evangeline and Adrien’s marriage, especially now that Evangeline knows about her memory loss and is unwilling to marry Adrien any time soon. Bring your lovely wife and Adrien along with you and meet us at our house tomorrow at eight pm. We’ll talk about this over dinner.
Best Regards,
George Williams
Short and to the point- just like how my father always sends them.
Although I can never truly guarantee that this will actually work, I can never truly guarantee that my parents will be there in the house at that time, and I can never truly guarantee that the remaining Sandersons will show up, I just keep praying that everything will go as planned. I thank God my father never checks his list of sent emails because why would he? What I’m actually mainly counting on is Adrien’s words from back when we were dating about how his father never checks his emails.
Yeah, apparently there’s a secretary hired just for that.
Gabriel might’ve gotten close to being my actual father-in-law not once but twice in my life by now, but that doesn’t mean that my heart has warmed up to him, and I think it never will. Don’t get me wrong, but if I were born back then when my father got the urge to start dealing business with him in the first place, even if it were for the sole reason of avoiding complications, I would’ve helped turn those gears inside his head much better. Gabriel may be one hell of a businessman, and I’ve never despised him for being so successful. If anything at all, he is actually one of my idols for this fact. Without an inch of doubt, the man earns what he deserves. What I truly despise him for, however, is that even though it’s not a crime to be extraordinary rich, it’s a crime, in my eyes, to throw away your money on anything that you can afford, knowing they’re of no avail to you simply because you can ‘afford’ it.
If he donated the billions he uselessly spends daily, ‘poverty’ would’ve become an ancient term by now.
Right now, we are on our way to my parents’ house. My heart is beating anxiously, knowing that nothing good may come out of this family reunion, but I can only hope for the best. I pray God that some sense is knocked into my parents’ minds so that they can truly understand that what they did, signing this contract, might as well have been like signing my death warrant because it is. Living the rest of your life with someone you don’t tolerate is like being handcuffed to your enemy. Even though they’re the last person on Earth you’ll most probably want to see, they’ll be the only person you’ll actually do.
“We’re almost there,” Adam says, nudging his head to the street we’re currently in.
Yes, Adam is the one driving my red Ferrari, and, yes, this is the first time he’s spoken to me ever since I found out. Adam and Lexi are both accompanying me because I don’t want this to be solely a confrontation between my parents and I. I want everyone to get everything out of their chests once and for all. I want all the drama to end. I want us to live normal lives. Lexi knows this and so does Adam. Lexi’s conflicts with my parents need to be buried six feet underground, and Adam’s relationship with his family needs major mending just as mine does, but let’s just pray that after this disastrous night is over, everything will return back to normal.
Except one thing.
There’s one tiny plan I’ve scribbled into this agenda of mine that I haven’t shared with anyone. Whether I forgive my parents or not, I know that my personal agenda may bother them, but I also know that they’ll understand as well as Lexi. While my head was resting against the left window of the back seat, my dark brown eyes slowly drift from the tall buildings passing by to the tiny mirror in front of Adam, which is reflecting his dark grey ones that are focused on the road, and I let out a sad yet worried sigh. A flicker of pain travels through
