  Brooke has just heard the words that she has waited for to be spoken.
      To say that she is not slightly shocked would be a lie. So as she eagerly awaits for me to finish my story, I only but shake my head at her, &quot;I want time alone with Tyler.&quot;
      Much to her protest she finally gives in and leaves the room.
      Tyler looks so peaceful. He is going to be so devastated when he has to find out. He needs to understand that I had to keep it from him, I had to protect him. Even more, now that I know that Mark is out.
      I am writing this letter as a token of my love to him, as a keepsake for him to treasure, and as a reminder of my commitment to us and to our life together.
      &quot;To my dear husband,
      I want you to know that I love you, ALL OF YOU, and I always will. I am committed to our marriage until death does us part. At times, in moments of deep frustra

  Tyler had his eyes opened for what is only but a few seconds. With only but one word and breath left in him, he could only utter my name. He has now fallen back asleep and has not moved since.
      I don t know how much he had heard of what was said, it breaks my heart that our marriage is falling apart over secrets that I should have never kept from him from the start.
      So I am left here with nothing but my thoughts.
      With that, I sit back into the chair and let her close her eyes to rest. The edginess inside me is killing me, so I take a nearby piece of paper and scribble down my thoughts.
      &quot;I want to thank you for bringing so many pleasant, beautiful memories and emotions. For giving me so much affection, warmth, and care. For the lovely nights. For the minutes when I am near you. For your smile. For the kind words. For all the good that is between us. I realize

  I have a very frustrated Brooke sitting across from me, demanding answers. Well, she will only get so much from Detective Fletcher, and then there will be the amount that I am going to allow her to get. I do wish that this is not something I had to discuss when Tyler is not here to hear what happened, but I am not discussing this until I have seen Tyler.
      So with her wanting to nearly murder me, we make our way back over to the hospital. This could have been avoided if they just did not mind their own place and let me look after my husband. But trust some want-to-be rooky detective that is looking for his next big promotion to start something that was never a problem.
      Yes, I want to know why and what really happened to Tyler, but I did not do anything to my husband. I would never hurt Tyler.
      But now I need to explain to his sister every same thing…
      But something that needs to be explained to me is why they are not allowing me to go into his room. As we get to the hospital, two police officers are guarding the door. And just as I think it is for his protection, I soon discoverer what protection it is for him.
      &quot;Why can't I see Tyler?&quot; I spin around. &quot;Why can I not see Tyler?&quot; Yet, she does not say a word and continues to remain quiet. But I have had about enough of her attitude towards me, so I raise my voice for but a fraction of an inch high, &quot;I said, WHY can I not see Tyler.&quot;
      &quot;Jenna, &quot; she finally speaks. &quot;We all know the answer. Now they do not want you near him. Me? Well, I am still considering that. But because I know that he needs you, I will allow you only if you just tell me what happened.&quot;
      I turn my back on her and walk into Tyler s room.
      As I enter, I can see he is still in the same way that he was before.? They might have moved him to change the linen, his bandage has been cleaned, but everything else is just the same old Tyler. Well, I think now more than ever, the he was going to be losing the battle of his mind; he will, especially if I tell him the story.
      And the time has come.
      I pull up my chair close to Tyler s side and lace my fingers into his. With my hand firmly gripped onto his, I lay a small peck on his cheek, and I turn to Brooke.
      &quot;What do you want to know?&quot;
      &quot;Well, first of all, Jenna Davis does is not my real name.&quot;
      I hear as Brooke softly gasps, but something gives me a feeling that it is something that she already knows.
      &quot;My birth name is Kenzie Stone.&quot; I continue. &quot;My parents were Teresa and Johnathan Stone.&quot;
      She stops me for a brief moment, &quot;Terasa and Johnathan Stone, murdered in their sleep. The Stone murders. I heard of it when I was studying law. One of the worst botched-up murder investigations.&quot;
      &quot;Well, then there is not much that I can tell you then.&quot; I turn away from her and take and tuck my hand underneath that of Tyler s under the blanket.
      But then I hear her mumble, &quot;Do you think that is going to get you off the hook for lying to Tyler and not give me an explanation as to what happened.&quot;
      I look at her and only but shake my head. &quot;My parent's death has nothing to do with Tyler, and I had stood answer for that night years ago, and I am not about to do it again.&quot;
      I listen to her as she smirks, &quot;If you think that is going to fly past me like that, I am afraid you are wrong. You are the reason he is here, and I want answers.&quot;
      Yes, I knew, getting involved with Tyler from the start would have been trouble. But I did not foresee then that ii would be marrying the man and having his children.? It has been a part of my life that I have been running from. I never ever thought that I would have to explain it. But yet Tyler means more than any secret to me.
      &quot;Fine,&quot; I turn my face to face her again. &quot;I will tell you what happened, and that is it. I am not going to sit here being interrogated.&quot;
      &quot;I am not interrogating you, Jenna. My brother, who has been shot suddenly, does not have a sweet innocent wife anymore. And I want to know why.&quot;
      &quot;You read the file,&quot; I point over to where she has been staring at it on her phone for the past hour. &quot;What is there to tell?&quot;
      &quot;Did you kill your parents?&quot;
      &quot;My parents, especially my mother, were not always very nice people. To my father, the only important thing is money. He was always on a ruthless path to see how much money and how quickly he could make of it. I was tired of being seen as an object and not a person. The only time he as interested as me as his daughter was when he needed a young girl when he had business dealing when he had a man that had a young son.&quot;
      For a brief moment, she stops me and shows that she feels an ounce of sympathy for me while I know that the only thing she thinks is I was just another spoiled rich kid that lashed out when things did not go my way. And yes, she is right. I did lash out.
      &quot;So,&quot; I continue. &quot; I met marked while on a dinner with my father and his father one night. The strange thing is that my father and his could not stand each other, but they both were trying to move in on the same deal, and in a way, I think that knight they were playing nice to see what the other one had to offer. So that is where I met Mark.&quot;
      &quot;Wait,&quot; she stops me before I continue, &quot;I thought this was Brendan?&quot;
      ?I only but chuckle at her, &quot;Do you think it was Brendan that did it?&quot;
      &quot;Yes, but he was your only man from your high school and college years.&quot;
      &quot;No,&quot; I shake my head at her. &quot;Unfortunately, I came across another man in my life that day that will be like Luke. And he, perhaps I should not even dare to say, but he was worse than Luke.&quot;
      &quot;So?&quot; she seeks confirmation.
      &quot;Yes,&quot; I but only nod my head. &quot;I did have a relationship with Mark.&quot;
      &quot;Did your father know of it?&quot;
      &quot;Here is the thing, I was never sure. But we did know that his father knew.&quot;
      &quot;But now what about Brendan?&quot;
      &quot;As I say, Brendan was always too busy to becoming partner. But that is not an excuse, and we are losing track of the real question.&quot; I take a big sip from the coffee cup that the nurse has just brought us and then continue. &quot;My father had a love for money that would sicken anybody, and my mother, well, she was a plain monster. But, as the story seems to go with my life, I create even worse monsters than there are. Mark s obsession with my family and me became out of control. I knew in my heart then that I should break this thing with him off, but he was a way for me to get away from the life that I never really thought myself to have. So that is where the plan started.&quot;
      &quot;What plan? Is this you and Mark now?&quot;
      &quot;Yes. I was starting to feel trap in my relationship with Brendan. Please believe me, that relationship was on and off constantly, yet I thought that he was the one and that I would always marry him. Yes, I know what you are thinking. I seem to get myself trapped between two men of both whom I want. I have always been looking for that something bigger, happier and I have the terrible way of looking for it in ways that I should not.&quot;
      &quot;So you and Mark was a thing while you were still with Brendan?&quot;
      &quot;Yes.&quot;
      &quot;Wow, now let us say that we would never have guessed something like that is happening. But this Mark, where is he?&quot;
      &quot;Well, he is supposed to be in jail, but apparently, he is not.&quot;
      &quot;So you have another version of Luke running around out there?&quot;
      &quot;Yes, and he is a very big pissed-off version.&quot;
      She cocks her head at me, and her irritation with me has now grown to concern. &quot;Why should he be in jail?&quot;
      &quot;We were going to kill my parents so that I can get away from my father and be with him.&quot;
      &quot;Okay, so Mark killed your parents?&quot;
      &quot;No.&quot; She looks at me and furrows her brows,? and I know that she still thinks that she knows the whole story, but she is afraid that she is about to be proven wrong again. &quot;I killed my parents.&quot;

Brooke has just heard the words that she has waited for to be spoken.
      To say that she is not slightly shocked would be a lie. So as she eagerly awaits for me to finish my story, I only but shake my head at her, &quot;I want time alone with Tyler.&quot;
      Much to her protest she finally gives in and leaves the room.
      Tyler looks so peaceful. He is going to be so devastated when he has to find out. He needs to understand that I had to keep it from him, I had to protect him. Even more, now that I know that Mark is out.
      I am writing this letter as a token of my love to him, as a keepsake for him to treasure, and as a reminder of my commitment to us and to our life together.
      &quot;To my dear husband,
      I want you to know that I love you, ALL OF YOU, and I always will. I am committed to our marriage until death does us part. At times, in moments of deep frustration, I may have questioned otherwise, but that was my immature way of seeking love from you whe

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