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Marilyn
She’d sent a copy of the DNA results she’d received to Liam Stevens to have them sent over to William, Calvin Reeves Lawyer, she hadn’t needed to open them and read the results for herself. That one memory she had of them at the airport told her all she needed to know; he was her ex–husband and the boys were his.
She’d woken up in the hospital only a week or so after that memory and been pregnant, just on seven weeks,
which meant they were his unmistakably Calvin Reeves‘ sons. She had looked at it though, because it was
right there for her in black and white. A full confirmation that one billionaire, Calvin Reeves of Houston,
Texas, the owner and founder of C.R. Technology, was a 99.9% match for her twin sons.
What she didn’t know was had Marrin, the woman she’d once been, known if she was pregnant when they got divorced or not. She also knew she’d loved him, could feel it in that one memory she now held. She also knew she’d tried to call him the day of her accident. William had also proved that to her, he’d found a way to prove everything about her past life. Marrin had just thought that Calvin didn’t love her, and so had changed her life when leaving him.
Marilyn was her legal name, and she was actually an author, and had been before she’d left Calvin. She, however, hadn’t seen fit to tell him she was, she supposed, due to their marriage only being a contract marriage and nothing more.
ww she was Marilyn had sat and thought about it a lot over the past few weeks, why no one in her old life knew an author, and came to the conclusion, she’d not told Calvin because it wasn’t a real marriage, and they likely weren’t that close, so there was no need to tell him, or he never asked what she did with her spare time, when not on his arm posing as his wife.
But now, as she thought about it, and had the knowledge from William about her life, that she and his wife were friends, that he and her were in fact friends, and with the way he was going about things, she supposed he was her friend. She thought she’d not told him or his wife because they also knew Calvin and might let it slip, so she just kept it to herself.
She could only think William… no, Wil, his name she knew was Wil. That’s what she’d called him. She recalled doing that as she thought of him as William. It kind of seemed wrong to her, and Wil had popped into her mind along with his image. He was likely to have been her friend because he was trying to sort this out, and keep Calvin out of it until everything was in the know, and could approach it the right way, and not just for Calvin’s sake, but for her and the boys too.
If he was just Calvin’s friend and lawyer, he wouldn’t care at all about her and how she felt. If this was all about Calvin for him, he would have just given all that information to Calvin and let the chips fall as they
may.
So, he had to be her friend as well/even if she didn’t recall that about her life. That particular thought made a part of her wonder if hiding her career as an author from her friends was just because she wanted to be a different person, or have a life that was nothing like the one she had with Calvin, when they got divorced She, as Marrin, would always have known that a divorce was coming, and this her life as an author, was just her life after Calvin plan, she supposed.
As she sat and thought about it now, with a new perspective, Marilyn thought she understood why she did it
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this way, Kept him out of her emerging career as an author, so there were no ties to her billionaire ex–husband, and people couldn’t say she’d only gotten a career from writing because he had paved the way
for her.
As for her moving so far away, that was actually easy for her to understand. She’d been in love with Calvin, Just as William had told her she was, and she had to leave and go somewhere she would never see him again. It’s what heartbroken people do. Find a way to never have to see the one they loved again, to help get over them or not see them with another.
That though made her curious, because her one memory held the pain of her belleving he loved another. Marilyn sat in her office and looked him up, only to become frustrated that there was practically nothing out there about him. The only things that came up were his business profile, along with those other women he’d put in prison for impersonating her all new articles. Then all that had gone on between him and her.
There was actually nothing out there about him personally. It was like he kept everything wiped clean. She leaned back in her chair and thought about that. She could only imagine that he had the technology to delete anything and everything about himself. Just like he had tried to get rid of all the reports of assault on her and
Lisa.
She sighed a little. She was also willing to bet that he did that to help lessen those women that thought it was okay to try and pose as Marrin, his missing ex–wife. To give them less information about himself, that they could use against him in their ploy to snag themselves a billionaire.
There was nothing she could really learn about him. It was likely he had some sort of program to wipe it all
from the internet, or a man or woman to do it for him at his request.
She was just sitting in her office thinking about that, staring aimlessly out the glass window before her, her hands resting on the keyboard of her laptop, thinking about ways to try and find out things about him. What could she put into the search bar to help her? She was just letting her brain tick absently away, like she did when thinking about a new book or a plot line to be put into place.
Her eyes moved to the computer screen sometime later and there was a new window open there for her to see, and the computer screen was filled with what she didn’t understand, coding of some sort. Marilyn knew she didn’t know how to do that, but her fingers were typing away, flying across the keyboard like they were possessed, and more coding appeared on the screen before her, and then it was all just gone with a simple click of the enter button, and the screen changed completely. Marilyn snatched her hands back from the keyboard to stare at the screen now.
It had been like her hands were possessed by something, she recalled Wil mentioning Marrin was a computer programmer, and as she stared at her hands, she could only think that a part of Marrin had just bled through into her life. Like that memory she now had, somehow her wanting to know more about Calvin had seen a dormant, long–forgotten part of her brain kick into gear and take over.
Marrin’s skills had come to life, and now she sat staring at the woman’s handy work. As she looked at the
screen in front of her, there was a folder open, and it was filled with pictures of her younger herself and Calvin. Marilyn bit her thumbnail as she stared at it. She didn’t even know how she’d done that. Connected to her old self, she wondered if her own thoughts and her old self’s thoughts had been aligned and that was how it had happened.
She looked at her hands and knew it had to be Marrin’s doing. She’d been absently thinking about how to track things on the internet, and Marrin could likely access everything, so by instinct alone she’d found a way
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to access what she was thinking about.
There were pictures and news articles in that file, of the two of them, Marrin and Calvin. At events, they’d attended together. Marrin on his arm, all dressed up and smiling happily, as was he. She read them one by one to try and recall anything or get the information about them as a couple that she wanted to know.
It was all business–related: charity events, and fundraisers, several auctions and a few masquerade balls. Business trips out to gaming expos. She saw wedding anniversary photos at one of the most expensive restaurants in Houston, Pictures of them taken through a window or arriving at the restaurant.
Just like Liam had told her, like his wife Bridie had also said, they looked like the perfect happy couple and all the pictures of them were of them smiling and happy. Wil had told her that she and Calvin actually got along and that was why they could portray themselves as the perfect couple, even their skills had complemented each other. Everything about them just fit together, it seemed.
Even from what she was reading, he’d absorbed her small struggling company into his and given her and her team a place inside his corporation. That was how they had met. All of that information was there in this file. It seems Marrin had kept everything about their lives in a locked file of her own. Saved it to some private space she had likely created for herself; that only she could access.
Now that she had some information, it seemed that Marrin’s life was starting to filter into Marilyn’s. She wondered just how long it was going to be before she got her memory back. Her neurosurgeon had told her that perhaps one day, something would trigger her memories and she might get them all back.
It seemed this was what was now happening, that one moment seeing her younger self kissing Calvin had been the trigger, and it was likely only a matter of time before she got everything back. The question was, did she want it back? She had a good life, and the pain she’d felt during that one kiss? did she want to have to deal with why she felt that way?
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