Chapter 108

Anita’s POV

“Secret wedding, huh?” Cassandra’s voice echoed across the room.

I sighed, as I was done narrating the whole story to Cassandra for the millionth time.

“I think you had a pretty sketchy life,” she said as she walked back to the bed where I was seated, miserable, unsure of what to think or what to find.

“I don’t see myself as a sketchy person—maybe I just love privacy,” I defended.

“You said you called him, right?”

“Who, Damien?” I asked back.

“Yes. What did he say?” Cassandra inquired.

I recalled the night I called him.

He seemed so excited—over the moon, to be precise.

“Anita,” he had almost whispered my name, like someone under hypnosis.

“You know me, right? I have seen you a couple of times, and I can’t seem to understand.”

“I can’t tell you everything right now, but trust me, once I get to the root of the matter, I will be with you in Chicago in no time.”

I was silent for a