Chapter 2 - The Secret Sabrina Tried To Bury
A locked hospital room door opened in front of me, and the nurse whispered: "Mr. D’Angelo, you need to see what Naomi hid before she died."
I followed her inside and found my wife’s private medical box hidden behind the cabinet.
A small label was attached to it: "For Roman. Only after my babies are safe."
I finally understood Naomi knew someone was coming for our children.
I stood in that hospital hallway for almost a full minute after the call ended.
The unknown woman’s voice continued to echo in my head.
"She was trying to make sure Naomi’s children never existed."
I looked around.
The doctors.
The nurses.
The people walking past me.
Everyone suddenly felt like a stranger.
A few hours earlier, I believed I had lost my wife.
Now I realized I might have lost her because someone wanted something from her.
And the worst part was this:
The person who knew the truth had been standing beside me, pretending to cry.
Sabrina was gone.
By the time I turned around, she had already disappeared from the hallway.
I grabbed my phone and called my security team.
"Find Sabrina Voss."
A few seconds of silence followed.
Then my head of security answered.
"Immediately, sir."
I looked at Naomi’s hospital bed.
The woman I loved had spent her final days surrounded by people she trusted.
But someone had turned those final days into a nightmare.
I walked back into the private room where Naomi had been treated.
The lights were dim.
Her belongings were still there.
A small purse.
A silver necklace.
A book she always carried with her.
Things that looked ordinary.
But now everything felt like a hidden message.
I opened her purse carefully.
Inside was a photo of us.
Our wedding day.
Naomi was smiling.
I was smiling.
Back then, I thought nothing could break us.
I turned the photo over.
There was writing on the back.
Naomi’s handwriting.
My heart stopped.
"Roman, if you are reading this, I was right."
I sat down slowly.
There were more words.
"I didn’t tell you because I knew you would try to protect me. But protecting me was exactly what put you in danger."
My hands tightened around the picture.
Naomi had known.
She knew something was wrong.
She knew someone was watching her.
I kept reading.
"Someone close to us knows about the babies."
The babies.
My children.
Naomi continued:
"They want you to believe I was sick. They want you to believe losing me was natural. But my condition changed after someone entered our lives."
I stopped.
Someone entered our lives.
Only one person came to mind.
Sabrina.
A knock came from the door.
I quickly placed the photo back.
A nurse entered.
"Mr. D’Angelo?"
I looked at her.
"Yes?"
She seemed nervous.
"Your wife left instructions."
I stood.
"What instructions?"
The nurse looked toward the hallway before closing the door.
"She asked me to wait until after her death."
My chest tightened.
"What did she leave?"
The nurse walked toward a cabinet.
She reached behind it.
Then she pulled out a small black medical box.
My eyes narrowed.
"Why didn't anyone tell me about this?"
The nurse looked down.
"Because Naomi asked me not to."
I took the box.
It was heavier than it looked.
A small white label was attached to the top.
My hands froze when I read it.
"For Roman. Only after my babies are safe."
I opened it.
Inside was a small flash drive.
A handwritten letter.
And a hospital visitor badge.
I picked up the badge.
My entire body went still.
It belonged to someone who had visited Naomi three days before her condition suddenly became worse.
The name was scratched.
Someone had tried to remove it.
But not completely.
I could still read part of it.
"Sabrina..."
The nurse looked terrified.
"I wasn't supposed to tell you this."
I looked at her.
"Tell me everything."
She hesitated.
"Your wife was scared."
"Of Sabrina?"
The nurse didn't answer immediately.
That silence told me enough.
"Naomi kept asking us if someone had accessed her medical records."
My jaw tightened.
"Did anyone?"
The nurse nodded slowly.
"Yes."
"Who?"
The nurse looked at the floor.
"We don't know."
That answer wasn't good enough.
I stepped closer.
"Someone accessed my wife's private medical information. Someone knew about the twins. Someone hid the truth from me."
My voice became colder.
"I need a name."
The nurse looked terrified.
Then she whispered:
"There was one person who always came before Naomi’s appointments."
I waited.
"Who?"
The nurse swallowed.
"Sabrina Voss."
The room became silent.
I looked down at the flash drive.
My wife had left me evidence.
Not memories.
Not goodbye words.
Evidence.
I placed the flash drive into my pocket.
Then my phone rang.
My security team.
I answered.
"Did you find her?"
The voice on the other end sounded tense.
"Yes, sir."
"Where is she?"
A pause.
"She is at the D’Angelo estate."
I frowned.
Impossible.
My house.
The place where Naomi and I built our life.
"Why is she there?"
Another pause.
Then:
"Because she has been staying there for the last three months."
My hand tightened around the phone.
Three months.
While Naomi was alive.
While my wife was fighting for her life.
Sabrina had already moved into my home.
I ended the call.
The betrayal felt worse than anger.
It felt like someone had taken every memory I had and poisoned it.
I left the hospital immediately.
When I arrived at the estate, the gates opened before my car reached them.
That was strange.
My security team never opened the gates without confirmation.
I stepped out.
The house looked exactly the same.
The same windows.
The same garden.
The same front door where Naomi used to wait for me.
But something was different.
A suitcase sat near the entrance.
Not mine.
Not Naomi’s.
Sabrina’s.
I walked inside.
The staff members lowered their heads.
Nobody looked at me.
"Where is she?"
No one answered.
I raised my voice.
"Where is Sabrina?"
A maid finally stepped forward.
"Sir..."
"What?"
Her face was pale.
"She said this house belonged to her now."
I stared at her.
Then I walked upstairs.
To the bedroom.
Our bedroom.
The door was slightly open.
I pushed it.
Inside, everything had changed.
Naomi’s pictures were gone.
Her clothes were missing.
Her perfume.
Her books.
All replaced.
Sabrina’s things were everywhere.
She wasn't visiting.
She wasn't staying temporarily.
She had erased my wife.
I saw a framed picture on the table.
Sabrina and me.
Except I had never taken that picture.
It was edited.
Someone had created a fake memory.
I picked it up.
Then I heard footsteps behind me.
"Roman."
I turned.
Sabrina stood in the doorway.
No tears.
No sadness.
Just confidence.
"I knew you would come here."
I stared at her.
"How long?"
She tilted her head.
"How long what?"
"How long have you been lying to me?"
For the first time, her expression changed.
Only slightly.
But I saw it.
Fear.
Then she smiled.
"You are angry because you lost Naomi."
I stepped closer.
"No."
My voice was calm.
"I am angry because someone tried to erase my family."
Sabrina looked away.
Then she whispered:
"Roman, you don't know what Naomi really did."
I froze.
"What did you say?"
She walked toward the table.
"You think she was innocent?"
I watched her carefully.
"Explain."
Sabrina picked up a small envelope.
She placed it on the table between us.
"This is what Naomi never wanted you to find."
I didn't touch it.
"What's inside?"
Sabrina smiled.
A different smile.
One filled with confidence.
"The truth about the twins."
My phone suddenly vibrated.
A message appeared from an unknown number.
One sentence.
My blood turned cold.
"Do not open the envelope. Sabrina is not the person you should fear."
I looked at Sabrina.
Then at the envelope.
Before I could move, the bedroom lights went out.
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And from the hallway outside, someone whispered my name...
"Roman..."
