Gwen has been acting wried the last few days. Ever since she met that mysterious boy at our engagement party ... yes, I was there. What Gwen didn't know, was I overheard some of the conversation, and it made me suddenly realize, that, Tabitha, was the mysterious boy biological father.
Then, I found out she went out to some crappy motel area? I know she didn't go there to cheat on my, but I also know she went there for other reasons. Just ... what did you get yourself into?
I need to Gwen the truth, that I know who she is. She could be in trouble, and I can't live on knowing that she is pretending to be someone else, I hope she will still want to be with me.
"Gwen." I knocked a few times, but the door opened wide. Did she leave, at this time of the night? The bathroom door was opened, and Tabitha was asleep. Oh, Gwen, where are you.
"Mom." I rushed downstairs, to see mom reading her usual magazine. "Have you seen Gwen?"
Mom looked at from the magazine. "I thought she told you." Told me what, exactly? "She meeting with an old friend ... don't worry. I have a baby monitor, to keep an eye on Tabitha."
Old friend? ... no, it can't be.
"Ms Sawyer." A maid rushed in. "We've been robbed."
"What happened?" Mom threw her magazine onto the coffee table and got up.
"We were cleaning up your office, like you ask, and you're husband gun is missing."
Wait ... did Gwen take the gun?
"Anything else missing?" Mom shook her head. "Call the police. I'll see if robbers stole anything else." She left with the baby monitor in her hands.
I need to stop Gwen before she dose anything more. I rushed to my car and drove to the motel, where the driver told me.
I got to the motel as fast as I could. It looks like Gwen took a cab. Now, the other question ... what room did she go to.
As I walked up the steps, there was bang, another bang; I'm too late ... the sound is coming over there, I rushed to the door and opened it wide open.
There she was ...
With my father's gun.
And a deceased body laying on the bed.
"Duncan ..." Gwen said frantically. "It's not what it's looks like."
Really? Because to me, it looks like a guy is dead, and you have a gun in your hand. "Let's go," I said. "Now."'
"One second." What was she looking for? "Where is it."
"We have no time." I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the motel room.
"You believe me I didn't kill him," she ask.
"I don't." I put her into my car and drove away.
"Great ... just great. We will never be able to trust each other, again," Gwen said.
"I trust you," I said while still driving.
"Just don't ..." it looked like she was about to break. "I've been hiding so much for you—stop the car. Now!"
I stopped the car, and Gwen got out. "I can't do this anymore—"
"—Courtney." Her head turned, looking like she saw a dead person, which is very ironic.
"What did you just call me?"
"It's okay, I know who you are."
