Filed to story: The Daughter in the Shadows (Yunice) Book by Una Norris
Yunice hesitated, then placed her hand in his.
Wyatt helped her out of the trunk.
Seeing them that close, Maine’s face twisted. She deliberately said, “Wyatt, since she heard everything, there’s no point hiding it anymore. She was always just a stand-in for Nora.”
“Now that Nora’s waking up, she’s not needed.”
She looked straight at Yunice and added, “We’re going to see Nora now. Don’t waste our time. Find your own way back.”
Wyatt gripped Yunice’s hand tighter. His voice dropped. “Don’t listen to her.”
Then he led her into the car.
Maine immediately blocked their path. “Wyatt, if she really cared about you, she’d let you go see Nora! Nora’s the real one! She’s just someone you used for comfort!”
Wyatt ignored her completely. He guided Yunice into the passenger seat and locked the door from the inside.
Then he walked around to the driver’s side.
Maine rushed to the backseat door, trying to open it.
She couldn’t let Wyatt leave!
But the door was locked. No matter how hard she yanked, it wouldn’t budge. “Wyatt!”
Wyatt rolled down the window halfway, his voice flat. “Find your own way back.”
Then he stepped on the gas. The car shot forward, leaving Maine alone behind them.
Yunice looked into the rearview mirror, watching Maine clutch her face in helpless frustration. Her heart twisted a little. “You should go check on her.”
Wyatt said nothing. His brows furrowed deeply as he kept driving.
Seeing she couldn’t change his mind, Yunice’s phone rang.
It was Mr. Carl.
If she didn’t pick up, he’d definitely worry.
“Hello? Mr. Carl, I’m okay. I just went out to pick up Wyatt…”
“It’s almost dawn. You’ve been up all night too. Let’s talk more this afternoon.”
Mr. Carl didn’t press further, though he clearly had doubts.
After hanging up, Yunice sat there in silence, clutching her phone.
Then another message came through – it was from Maine.
Her rage practically jumped off the screen.
“Yunice, you’re a thief! Stealing someone else’s man – karma’s coming for you!”
It was pure emotional venting. Completely powerless. Yunice didn’t take it to heart.
Women always seemed to redirect their anger toward the “other woman” after betrayal, ignoring the real issue: the man’s infidelity.
Wyatt pulled into the courtyard of the West Wing. He got out, opened the passenger door, and wordlessly grabbed Yunice by the wrist, leading her inside.
Not a single word of explanation.
Yunice didn’t ask either. She could tell Wyatt was stewing.
If she brought it up now, he’d probably explode.
Men were always like this. As long as they were getting away with two-timing, they were smooth as hell.
But the moment they got caught, they’d lash out – furious, humiliated, volatile.
Yunice didn’t want to fight. She didn’t want a scene. She wanted to resolve this peacefully.
She knew Nora existed. She had accepted it. What she wanted was to have a calm, honest conversation with Wyatt and figure out what to do next.
Wyatt didn’t stop until they reached the bedroom. Then he locked the door behind them.
Yunice figured he’d had enough time to cool off, so she sat on the bed and gently prompted, “Take me to see Nora.”
Wyatt stood there, his tie halfway undone and hanging loose around his neck.
His emotions were written all over his face. He kept turning away, trying to pull himself together.
But when he finally looked at Yunice, his expression was still burning with anger.
“You hid in the car… just to catch me going to the Gardison Residence?”
Yunice answered calmly, “I wasn’t trying to catch you.”
Wyatt stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder tightly. His voice was sharp, demanding, “What was that? You wanted to see it for yourself… and then quietly disappear from my life, didn’t you?”
His tone grew darker, biting down on each word. “Is that what you’re planning?”
Yunice frowned. “No.”
She hadn’t thought that far ahead. She only wanted to confirm Nora’s condition before deciding what to do next.
If there was any chance Nora might recover, then she wouldn’t cling to Wyatt, and she certainly wouldn’t allow herself to feel anything more for him.
Wyatt stared into her eyes, searching for some flicker of the emotion he needed to see.
Yunice met his gaze, her brows still furrowed, her expression somber.
She understood his frustration, but to Wyatt, her steady calmness was the most infuriating part.
She didn’t seem sad. She wasn’t angry, just composed and serious.
Only someone who didn’t love you could react so logically to betrayal.
Wyatt knew he was in the wrong, but he didn’t feel guilt-only a growing storm of resentment and frustration toward Yunice.
Why didn’t she question him about Nora? Why didn’t she cry, scream, or demand an explanation?
Because she didn’t love him. That had to be it.
His anger twisted into something deeper-frustration, jealousy, desperation.
Without another word, he pushed her down onto the bed.
Wyatt straddled her, one knee on each side, and with one hand, loosened his tie. A flicker of unease flashed through Yunice’s eyes just before he pulled at her collar.
Shocked, Yunice instinctively reached toward her leg.
But Wyatt moved faster. He snatched the small hidden gun from her side and tossed it to the farthest corner of the room. It hit the floor with a clatter and slid away.