Andrea's pov:

It's been three days since the incident. Gabriel was able to get out of jail on a bail, since he had no criminal record it was useless to keep him more than 24 hours. Sadly things didn't stop there, bailey got the press included and had an interview where she cried and whined about how horrible the experience was. Now, all the net is talking about a businessman using his wealth to abuse innocent girls?

And let me tell you, I have never hated the question mark as much as I hate it now, most of the headlines include the question mark to make it seem like it's just a theory but people never see it that way.

As a result, Gabriel's reputation is thrown to the ground accompanied by years of hard work on the company. We're losing customers like never before and we can't go out without people giving us nasty looks.

"We can't sit back and watch her ruin everything we've worked for," I tell Gabriel who's sitting on the couch beside me, in my house because he can't get to his penthouse peacefully.

He sighs and sinks deeper into the couch, "what do you want me to do? Go out and tell them she's lying, it's not like they'll believe me," He objects as if he has given up before even trying.

I sit back and think about all of this. Her father used to abuse her, maybe that left a shock in her that made her sick in the head. Or maybe, "she said her father used to abuse her. Maybe she was lying about that too," I conclude and look at him with excitement, we might be finding a clue, "do you remember how heated she got when I caught her talking with her dad?"

He faces me and looks up then to the left as if going deep through his memories, "when I went to beat him up he said something in the lines of 'you'll regret this or she'll ruin your life'. I can't remember exactly what he said but when I think of it now it seemed like a warning more than a threat,"

I stand up excited and head to the room to change, "where are you going?" He asks following me. I forgot to tell him the plan, wow.

"I'll go talk with her dad maybe he'll testify against her if she was lying," I inform and decline his offer to come before he says it.

"You're not coming paparazzi are everywhere, I can manage on myself," I confirm. The whole time he kept watching me get ready and once I was done he comes closer and kisses me while putting his hands on my hips. We break the kiss and he rests his forehead against mine, "be careful and call me if anything happens," He breaths.

I drive to Bailey's old apartment where she used to live with her dad. Since I've been there before I didn't need the address again, I park near the entrance, look up to the building and take a deep breath, I hope this whole drive doesn't go to waste.

Gabriel told me what number the apartment is, so the moment I find it I knock on the door and wait for it to swing open.

"Hello, how can I help you?" Says a guy that looks in his mid-twenties, Bailey's father looks young wow.

"Mr. Smith?" I ask, I'm acting stupid right now obviously it's not him but the look on the guy's face deserved the try, I think he's one of those guys that think all the girls are after them.

"No? The man you're looking for moved out a few months ago," He answers politely then a smirk takes place, "but you can come in and we'll see if we can find Mr smith together,"

Is that supposed to be flirting, I don't know I'm confused, "so you're telling me you can find him," I note, which makes him look at me confused, "no that's not..."

Before he finishes talking I say "thanks for the help." and close his door, I shake my head in disappointment and murmur, "kids!"

I drive back home empty-handed, I would lie if I say I'm not disappointed. While on the way back home, my phone rings. I pick up and put it on speaker to hear Ashley's voice talking. "Hey Andrea, a man called your office number,"

"What did he say?" I wonder. "He left his phone number and told me to tell you that Bailey's father called,". Maybe I'm not the only one who needs help, this is perfect.

"Thanks, Ashley, can you send me his number?" I ask and she says yes. I end the phone call.

After parking the car to the side, I look at my mobile, what if this is another trick of bailey's? I can't just get excited because he called me I need to be cautious so I send a long text to Gabriel about the updates just in case.

I dial his number and wait until the third ring, "who is this?" Mr. Smith asks through the phone. I can see where bailey got her nice behavior from, that's actually the perfect way to respond because hello became old-fashioned.

"This is Andrea Martinez, assistant of Carter's company, am I talking with Mr smith?" I sit silent waiting for his response, "Sir, you called my office and asked for me,"

"Hello?" This is awkward I can still hear his steady breaths on the other side of the line. "I saw the news, if you want to know the truth meet me at my house I'll send you the address," He addresses me acting creepy, this family is really interesting.

When he hangs up I read the texts the love of my life sent me, he sweetly asked me to come home, and in another text, like the cutie he is he said 'Andrea stop ignoring my fucking messages, you don't have to do this'

Aww, baby is worried, I send him the address of my destination, which is the new house of Mr smith, accompanied with a heart emoji for his cuteness.

I put my phone on silent because Gabriel's texts are making the air stress between me and myself in the car, I drive to where the address leads and pull up in front of a small house of two floors.

Once I'm done checking the surroundings of the house because I love investigating and I feel something is suspicious about the situation, I ring the bell and wait patiently.

"Martinez?" Asks a tall man which I assume is Mr smith, I node in agreement and he gestures for me to get in, we walk through a lobby to the living room, I sit on the couch while he goes to do something. 'Know the truth operation started' I text Gabriel and wait for Mr smith to come back.

"I went to your old house but found out you moved away," I informed him when he came back with food and juice. He takes a seat on the opposite chair from the couch.

"How did you know where to look for me?" He questions, his voice rather nicer than the way I thought he would talk.

"Before she moved in with Gabriel, she called him to come and pick her up," I look at the glass of the juice put in front of me and hold it with my two hands for comfort," she was crying about her dad abusing her. She had bruises all over her arms and face so we believed the story she told, But now with her accusations toward Gabriel I slightly doubt that she lied,"

His chuckle takes me by surprise, "that girl is nuts," He jokes.

"I didn't abuse her more like she's holding me hostage," He murmurs the last part to himself and takes a cookie, "bailey is mentally ill and needs help,"

His face drops to the floor in what seems to be disappointment or regret and says, "I caused all of this. When bailey was young she was a lovely girl, even though she was living in her world with her camera. I was a jobless alcoholic, as useless as a human can be, to a point where I hated myself and who did I get my anger out at?"

He takes a moment and answers his question, "my family, I hit my wife and abused her both, physically and mentally and one time I came home drunk like every other night. My wife was waiting for me because she was worried but I hated how she never got mad at me for the bad things I did, we fought that night and it was the first time she screamed at me I got too angry and pushed her back, she stumbled and hit her head on the corner of a table,"

The corner of my eyes water, I don't believe in good people die early, we kill them because we can't stand to see their purity with our dirty hearts. I stay silent, what could I say? I can only let him grieve on his past.

"She died instantly," He remarks when he calmed down from crying, "I was a coward, too scared I didn't want to go to jail so I just said it was an accident. I was safe from jail but I had lost my daughter for good, she saw the whole fight and recorded it with her camera, and one day I was going to hit her but she pulled a knife on me. Her eyes were dead and she looked like she wouldn't hesitate the slightest to stab me.

I got really scared when she threatened to show the tape to the cops. And I couldn't take it from her because there was another copy out there with someone she knew," He finishes but when I was about to speak he laughed, "I'll give you time to comment once I'm done with everything,"

I node with a slight smile and he smiles back, "when she turned 18 she fell in love with this guy, she was so passionate about him and I hadn't seen her smile the same way since her mother's death. One time they had a big fight because he cheated when he left she followed after him and five hours later she came back in the middle of the night drenched in blood.

When she came back I tried to ask what happened but she screamed at me to mind my business or I'll be next, so I minded my business. She spent the rest of the night crying in her room, maybe the last genuine tears that fell from her eyes and the next days were spent with investigation and bailey acting like she's the broken girlfriend. The body was burnt and there were no fingerprints, no evidence, nobody knew they fought except for me,"

It wasn't Bailey's fault, she never knew what being loved is. They all broke her and left her to heal on herself, and I don't blame her because we're all broke in some way but she didn't find the one to embrace every broken piece of her and tell her that the pieces are beautiful without being fixed. But I'm afraid for Gabriel's life, now that everyone hates him he'll be an easy target and nobody would suspect her.

"It's your fault," I accuse him. He looks to the floor again, "I know, that's why I confessed everything because I want to do the right thing once in my life. I want her to get help from a hospital and pay for her crime,"

I sigh, "I recorded the whole conversation, I hope you don't mind?". Mr. Smith looks at me and takes some time to answer, " As long as bailey doesn't know of this conversation yet because she would kill me immediately,"

As if on cue the doorbell's sound issues through the house.