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How was she going to fix this and get her girls back where she wanted them? Neither of them was taking her call to tell her how Bernice was doing, and she couldn't just show up at the hospital because she didn't want them to embarrass her like they had done the previous day.

She turned to the door with a scowl when one of her housekeepers knocked on it, "What?" she barked at her without opening the door.

"Mr. Adam is downstairs," the housekeeper informed her politely.

Rebekah opened her mouth to ask her to send him away but changed her mind at the last second since she knew just how stubborn Adam could be, and she didn't want him to create a scene.

Without saying another word to her, Rebekah opened the door and headed out of her bedroom to meet Adam downstairs. She needed to put an end to his nonsense once and for all.

She stopped abruptly and turned to her housekeeper when it occurred to her that she might need to speak with Adam privately unless she wanted her private business to be everyone's business.

"Where are the others?" Rebekah asked, referring to the cook and the two cleaners.

"They went grocery shopping," the housekeeper said, and Rebekah nodded.

"So you're the only one in the house right now?" she asked, and the housekeeper gave her a nod.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Come with me. I need you to go get me something," Rebekah said as she returned to her bedroom with the housekeeper following behind.

Once inside her bedroom, she gave the housekeeper some money and a long list of items she didn't need.

"You don't need to hurry. You can take your time," Rebekah told her as they left the room once again, and the housekeeper hurried down the stairs to her bedroom to dress up while Rebekah joined Adam.

"What makes you think... Oh, my God! What happened to your face?" Rebekah asked in surprise when she saw how battered his face was, like he had received a thorough beating.

"Were you aware? Did you know that bastard Jackson was fucking my wife?" Adam barked at her with bloodshot eyes that glared at Rebekah, who was standing at the foot of the stairs.

"Will you keep your voice down and watch your language?" Rebekah hissed at him as what little concern she had disappeared and she looked around them to see if the housekeeper was nearby.

"No, I won't! I won't let you tell me what to do anymore!" Adam growled at her, and Rebekah eyed him with annoyance.

"Shouldn't you be at work right now? Are you drunk?" she asked when she noticed that he seemed sort of unstable.

"What if I am? You made me marry your slut of a daughter, and now you think I will let you walk out of our arrangem.."

"Shut your mouth!" Rebekah snapped at him just as the housekeeper approached.

Sensing the seriousness of their conversation, the housekeeper quickly hurried past them to the door and left the house, shutting the door behind her.

"No, you shut up! I'm divorcing Bernice, and we are going to continue with our relationship!" Adam said as he advanced towards her.

"There is NO relationship! Nothing of such exists between us. And this had better be the last time you show up unannounced in my house spilling such nonsense! Now get out!" Rebekah yelled, pointing at the door.

"Do you really think I'm going to just let you use me and dump me? After all these years? After all I've fucking done for you?" Adam asked incredulously as he stopped in front of her.

"After what you have done for me? What the fuck have you done for me, you moron?"

"For starters, I married your whore of a daughter when no one else wanted her enough to marry her!"

"Get out, Adam! Leave before you make me do or say something we would both regret. Be a good boy and get lost while I'm still being nice, else I'm going to call the police," Rebekah threatened angrily.

"Call the police? Why don't you go on and do that, Rebekah? I dare you to call the police! Do you think I'm going to just walk away and let you go? I'm going to fuck everything up for everyone, Rebekah! I'm going to start by taking that motherfucker to court for having the guts to hit me after fucking my bitch of a wife! I'm going to divorce Bernice and make sure she goes through the worst humiliation ever so much so that she won't be able to show her face in public. And you? I'm going to ruin you, Rebekah!" Adam retorted, and Rebekah snorted.

"Ruin me? Why don't you try and do all of that? I sure do have so much to talk to your father about, after all. I'm sure he will love to hear about all your secret deals," Rebekah said with a stiff smile.

"Fuck it, Rebekah! I still want you! For heaven's sake, I love you! How can you be so mean to throw it all away? Fine, let's say we are all even now. Let's call it even. I won't divorce Bernice. She can fuck Jackson all she wants, and I won't make a big deal out of it. We can continue our affair, and it will all stay within the family," Adam pleaded as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to himself, crushing his lips to hers and grabbing her boobs roughly.

Rebekah pushed him away angrily, and before he could regain his composure, Rebekah's vicious backhanded slap knocked him back a couple of steps.

"Don't you dare lay your filthy hands on me without my say-so, you hear me? We had our fun, Adam, and now it's over. Take your drunk ass home and sober up!" Rebekah snapped at him before turning around and climbing up the stairs.

Adam raised a hand to his split lips, and his eyes heated when he touched blood. Blinded by rage, he hurried after Rebekah.

"You fucking bitch!" he roared as he reached out to grab her hair.

Hearing him come up behind her, Rebekah spun around quickly, and just before Adam could touch her, she pushed him hard and watched in shocked surprise as he lost his footing and tumbled down the stairs.

"Adam? Adam?" Rebekah called out in an alarmed voice from her position at the top of the stairs as she looked down at his unmoving body which was lying at the foot of the stairs.

"Come on, Adam, don't do this!" Rebekah pleaded, her breath coming in shallow pants as she hurried down the stairs to check him.

Blood drained from her face when she noticed the pool of blood under his head. Her heart pumped very fast as she placed her hand under his nostrils to check if he was still breathing, but his breath was very faint.

Her hands trembled as she moved away from him and just stood there staring down at him.

What was she going to do? Although he was still alive but needed urgent medical care, but she definitely wasn't stupid enough to call for an ambulance.

How was she going to explain his presence in her house or the accident? What if she did call the ambulance, and he died? His father was the chief judge, and there was no way she wouldn't be tried or convicted for murder, even though this wasn't exactly her fault.

"Calm down, Rebekah. Don't panic. You're in charge," she told herself quietly and began to pace around the living room.

Rebekah used both palms to wipe off the sweat that was now dripping from her face despite the air conditioner. She stopped pacing, closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.

What could she do about this messy situation? Rebekah asked herself, and immediately she ran to the door, changed the passcode, and locked the door. The first thing she could do was to keep this a secret by making sure no one walked in on her until she decided on what to do.

Perhaps it was best for everyone if she left him to die? Especially Bernice. Adam's death would make her a wealthy widow instead of a penniless divorcee, she mused as she wiped her sweaty palms on her gown.

Adam was a corrupt lawyer and most likely had a lot of enemies so she didn't have to worry about being a suspect. No finger would point at her as long as she did a good job of disposing the body.

Realizing that she couldn't just leave him lying there on the ground at the foot of the stairs, Rebekah contemplated taking him up the stairs to hide him in her bedroom but there was no way she could carry him or drag him there so she dragged his body across the floor and hid him under the staircase.

After doing that she got a mop and quickly wiped the blood stains off the tile. She knew she had to hurry before the housekeepers returned.

She paced around as she tried to figure out what next to do. She couldn't move the body alone. After contemplating for a moment she went upstairs to her bedroom to get her phone. Once she picked it up from the top of her dresser, she dialed a number.

"Come over to my house right now. I have a job for you," she informed the person on the other end of the line before hanging up.

Away from there, Tiffany walked into herhouse, and saw Jack seated by the dining as though he was waiting for her.

"Why are you at home? Didn't you go to work?" she asked as though he had not cheated on her with her sister.

"You weren't taking my call. I asked the housekeepers to let me know if they hear from you, so I was waiting to see you. How is Benny? I heard she regained consciousness?" Jack asked with concerned eyes that made Tiffany frown.

She was exhausted and had only come home to freshen up and get some change of clothes and food for Bernice. She was not really in the mood to talk, "Jack...."

"I'm sorry about yesterday, Tiff. I shouldn't have caused a scene. I'm sorry. But I really need to know how she is doing, Tiff. I need to see her. Please let me," Jackson pleaded, and Tiffany sighed.

"Why Jack? This whole time I let you do your stuff, but you had no right treating Benny like one of your whores! Why did you take advantage of Benny? How could you do such a thing?" Tiffany asked, and Jack shook his head.

"Whore? I could never treat Benny as a whore, Tiff. Never. I'm in love...." Jack let the rest of his words trail off when he realized his slip. That wasn't something a man should be admitting to his wife.

"You are in love with Bernice?" Tiffany asked in disbelief. Although she had suspected it but hearing it directly from Jack shocked her.

"I'm sorry, Tiff. I really am. But I've always been in love with Bernice. I just couldn't work up my courage to talk to her and by the time I was ready to open up about my feelings I learned of her engagement to Adam...."

"You have always been in love with Bernice? This whole time?" Tiffany asked in confusion, and Jack nodded.

"I know I shouldn't be telling my wife that I'm in love with her sister. The truth is I never would have made any pass at Benny had I thought she was happy in her marriage. When I walked into the house that night and saw her looking so miserable I felt really hurt. I didn't realize how bad things were between her and Adam even though he always said the most awful things about her, which always made me feel bad. All I wanted was to make her happy. I wanted to put the smile back on her face," Jack said with so much sincerity in his gaze that Tiffany almost staggered back.

"Why then did you marry me?" Tiffany asked weakly.

"I have no idea what deal your mother made with my father. He threatened to cut me off if I didn't marry you. And then I figured that if I married you I would at least still get to see Benny," Jack confessed, and Tiffany shook her head as she looked at her husband.

Adam was in love with their mother, and her husband was in love with her sister. Had always been in love with her?

"I think I need to be alone," Tiffany said, not knowing what else to say to him. She didn't even know how she was feeling so how would she know what to say to him?

Seeing how stunned she looked, Jack could tell she needed the space so he stepped out of her way and let her walk away while cussing himself for being a stupid Coward.

If only he had not been so cowardly seven years when he saw her for the first time. If he only he approached her then, none of this would have happened. He screwed up back then and was now screwing up her life when all he had wanted was to make her happy.