Chapter 139 Haunted By The Truth

• Sat in the quietness of the huge living room, Maria's eyes wandered from place to place. The house seems quiet, too quiet, it almost seems haunted. Like Lina's ghost lingered within the cold walls, with dark eyes watching her from every corner, it didn't feel right. Maria let out a small sigh as she leaned back into her favorite armchair by the window. A light breeze blew past the window, ruffling a few strands of hair that had been pinned back by the ponytail. Her gaze drifted off once more, only this time it was focused on the picture frame sitting on the side table beside her. The image depicted an old woman standing under an archway, wearing a long green dress. She was smiling widely with wrinkles lining the corners of her eyes. She had one hand raised, and another held the wrist of a little girl who stood beside her. They both looked happy like they were having a great time. A perfect picture of what could easily pass as a grandmother spending a happy moment with her grandchild. It was strange though, the painting seemed so real, so alive. It almost felt like it was looking back at Maria, judging her actions.
• "What are you looking at, huh?" She muttered, staring into Lina's eyes. "This is all your fault," She continued, her gaze piercing into that of Lina's in the painting. "You should have kept your loud mouth shut, maybe none of this would have happened, maybe you would have been here now, who knows." She spoke to the picture before letting out a huffy chuckle when she realized just how crazy she sounds talking to a picture. She took another deep breath, letting it out slowly as she calmed herself down. After calming herself down enough, she finally got up and made her way toward the picture frame. Once close, she smacked it face down into the stand and then turned around to find Michael walking into the room but he wasn't alone.
• Her eyes bulged when she saw another who looked just like Michael and for a moment there she wondered if he had himself cloned but quickly shook the thoughts away when she saw the lookalike holding a man who looked very much like her ex-husband. No, on second thought, it was her ex-husband. What the fuck was happening? She screamed within herself, her mind going through a million different scenarios until her gaze fell into those of Alex. He looked different, better, healthy even. How's this possible? The last time her daughter spoke with him when she asked, Allison said he hadn't gotten a job yet and was freeloading at some friend.