Jordan’s POV
“Wait what?”
“What do you mean by I married the wrong woman? My wife Fiona is at home. First you tell me what the police have been saying about me being the primary target wasn’t true, second you involve that low life maid, third you tell me my mum is a liar and now you say I married the wrong woman?” I yelled.
“Boss, I would never force you to believe me because I know your condition. And what I’m about to tell you will not sink in immediately, but one day you’d reflect on this day and remember what I told you. Now let’s take a seat first.” John said as he pointed over to some chairs.
It was past midnight, and I was out with a man who was supposed to be dead in the middle of the park. How on earth did I even agree to get here? I thought maybe he could tell me me somet
