Every single one of Cassidy's pictures littered on the walls of the room held different memories from before she got married to Dave until the very present they were lucky in.
Nova reached for one of the pictures and trailed his fingers on it, savoring the innocent smile on Cassidy's face in the photo, his fingers trailing particularly across her lips. His eyes glistened with a deep obsession, an abstract of the word love.
A thought drops in his mind and he immediately exits the room, putting a call through to his assistant almost at the same time.
“Did you deliver my message to Mira?” Nova asked.
“Yes sir. I did but unfortunately, we did not get the reaction we were hoping to get from her. Do you think she is on to us?” The man on the other end questioned.
“The only way she could
