The night grew darker and quieter.

An eerie silence hung over the Templeton villa.

Marisol was packing up her jewelry, clothes, and valuables into a couple of big suitcases in the master bedroom on the second floor.

…

Anders was smoking outside. There were more than ten cigarette butts in the ashtray.

Later, she dragged the suitcases out.

She asked him, “Are you leaving with me, Anders? We’ll remain a married couple if you join me. I’ll respect your decision if you want to stay, but it will also mark the end of our marriage.”

Her voice was restrained when she said, “I can’t bear to stay in this family for another second.”

She loved Archibald and treated him like her father. However, the universe had played a cruel joke on her.

Never had she thought that the wise, old man would’ve been that moronic. He actually cared about himself so much that he refused to save his own grandson. He had left Anderson to die back then.

Anders continued to smoke. It was hard for him to ma