Raphael Sinclair laid a trap and I fell hook, line, and sinker for it. Looking at the file-indelible scars are left on my heart. I lost...lost my faith in love. Because in my hand is a file that opens to a photo of me- a photo that was taken 3 months back. The date was printed at the bottom of the photo. Each page consists of the parts of my life which were known to only Kade before. My entire life... is packed in this file.
The conversation with Kade came to my mind
'Remember you said your sister got the information about you from a PI hired by her boyfriend'
'Yes. I totally forgot about it.'
'Well, I almost tracked that PI. It's just a final case of pinpointing. By tonight I will give you the details'
Well, there is no need for pinpointing anymore. Because staring at the details, I can say that the PI did a wonderful job. An apathetic laugh escaped me. My life collapses before my eyes, and I'm appreciating the PI! 
This evidence shows that Raphael Sinclair knows about me before our meeting. It shows his cunningness, his mastery at manipulation, his ruthlessness, and that he is the one who hired the PI. The 'Jack' who hired the PI. The quiet ones are always the freakiest. They have the biggest secrets.
'Jacob' that's what his mother called him. And Nathaniel's middle name is Jonathan. Still, I foolishly believed that Nathaniel is Jack, rather than questioning myself how it is possible for a name like Jonathon to have a nickname Jack! I was always suspecting Nathaniel from the get-go, never thinking about adding Raphael to the picture. Trusting with blind faith. What a joke! 
His designer suit concealed a purebred predator, for he was a highly aggressive and clever player who took advantage of every tactical opportunity to Attack. A concept from Sun Tzu's The Art of war flashed in my mind-the opportunity of defeating the enemy lay within the enemy himself...discovering my weaknesses and finding my vulnerabilities was made easy by my enthusiasm to satisfy him. He had never really talked to me, I thought numbly. We never had serious discussions. Not from him. It was always me- ranting, sobbing, pouring my heart out. I had been like a pretty little doll to him, an entertaining novelty he had picked up and decided to play master, and I had been too captivated and under his spell to see the warning signs. But they had been there. Each encounter with him I now saw with new eyes-
It all started with shifting me to a new position, giving a measly excuse about me taking advantage of Henry. All that gruesome work as if he is taking revenge on me. Leaving the office early on the day of Sophie's death. Giving me all kinds of impossible work, treating me like a machine, his irritation as if he is barely tolerating me in those early days. You know, sometimes the Raphael Sinclair you describe didn't mash with what all of us know about him. He really is way cooler than you portray him, Rose's words ringed in my ear. The glimpses of him that I saw outside the office, stalking me before our 'relationship' started.
Security detail on my tail, the police that won't help because of the powerful person filling their greasy hands. His personality changed suddenly once he learned that I was aware of the tail following me, after that car chasing. After I became aware of the fact that Sophie was murdered and went in search of answers. He could have known all about it from the tail, but once I chased him away, he didn't have any source to know my plans. Which led him to immerse more in his scheme by playing a charming lover, starting with the sudden personality change- saying thank you, giving smiles, taking me to all those lunches, like feeding a lamb before slaughtering. And I fell for it. Hell, even Sophie's body was not spared.
His deep Long silences when asked about himself. He never said, 'I Love You', not even once. When asked about the security he put on me after the near rape, he fed me a crock of shit saying 'Because you were different. Because you were careless about your safety. Because you live in an area where crime is no big deal. Because you trust everyone blindly. Because you would never agree to it if asked nicely. Because...I was worried something might happen to you'. 
I want the world to see you in my arms. Exhibiting to the world that this woman is my possession. My madness. My passion... Mine. I fear what you can do to me. I fear you will take an irreplaceable piece of me with you... when you leave. I fear the power you hold over my sanity. So, yes Erica Anderson, I fear you, he must be laughing with glee at my naïveté when he sprouted this.
'You still think he is harmless?', Kade once asked me after those five criminals were murdered. But me being my pathetic self, I supported him. Every single thing blared with neon signs in front of my eyes. A cool strategic plan executed with uncanny preciseness. Like a well-played chess player, he planned every move I could take and countered it with his own. 
Why would he do all this? What will he gain? Maybe there is an explanation to all this, my inner diva said with a pragmatic positiveness. Could there be? hope feathered fingers of tension along my spine. NOOO!!! I stomped my hope before it could take root in my heart. He did all this so that he may learn about my every move to find out about the murderer. Who knows, if possible, to mislead me? He did this to save his skin. Raphael Sinclair betrayed me. No matter how many excuses he may give, the simple fact remains that he played me for a fool. But unlike him, who condemned me to his tricks, I will give him a fair hearing. 
All my rational thoughts shattered when Raphael appeared at the door. My eyes conveyed nothing but cold, hard contempt. A look at my face and he knew. He knew because his demeanour changed. Rafa became Raphael Sinclair the businessman. Confirming that he was the one who hired the PI. The fair hearing went out of the window. Without thinking about anything, I closed the distance between us and punched him on the face with a strength only a wounded lioness can wield.