Chapter 54 Andrea Kendal
Andrea Kendal
“The whole timeline with Andrea and Eric is super sketchy. They met at a charity event, dated for a couple of months, and then were suddenly married and living together. Ask me, they were having an affair way back when he was married to Roxanne.”
Andrea stood in the guest room closet, a sweater stuffed against the bottom of the door, and returned Detective Palentick’s call.
He didn’t answer, so she left a voicemail, her tone light and breezy, like a housewife without a care in the world.
Ending the call, she turned her phone off.
The last thing she needed was for the detective to call her back when she was with Eric.
He would be mad enough when he found out that Tony had called her directly.
It would only add more stress for him to find out that they’d been digging into Andrea’s past.
Her backstory was supposed to be ironclad.
That was what they had paid for, from a private investigator who seemed to know his shit.
They had specifically mentioned that law enforcement might dig into it, and he had assured them, over and over again, that it would be fine.
Andrea Fountain had a medical history, a high school transcript, even a Social Security number.
The only thing they wouldn’t find for her was a marriage license, and that was explainable.
Eric hadn’t wanted to officially marry Andrea, not with Roxanne’s crime still unsolved.
Technically, there was still the possibility that she might show back up.
How would it look for Eric to divorce his ex, or file a petition to have her legally considered dead?
It wasn’t necessary, not when a wedding was for everyone else.
Eric and Andrea knew the truth—that they were bonded in soul and heart in ways that defied a conventional marriage.
It didn’t matter if Andrea wasn’t his wife on paper.
It didn’t matter if the world considered her to be his girlfriend and not his wife.
Where it mattered—between the two of them—they were married.
The rest of the world be damned.