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Nina finally went public with her abuse after three weeks of healing silently. She had acquired all the CCTV DVR a day after escaping by reaching out to Ferdinand, the security man, who agreed to help immediately after learning what she needed. With Eddie still unconscious and in the hospital then, there was the assurance the tapes hadn't been tampered with yet, and thus, it made it the best time to act. Eddie's recovery had been slow, but he was out of the hospital and back home. He had avoided the spotlight and refrained from speaking to the press about his attack.Once everything was in place, Nina made her move and also announced that she was getting a divorce from him, and this was a long time coming. She expressed the pain, shame, and guilt she felt while she went through three years of the psychological nightmare she called marriage. She was also filing for sole custody of Jesse. Eddie had never been a part of parenting him since birth, and she had carried all the responsibilit
“Are you okay, Ms. Garcia?” Ingrid inquired, and I looked up to find her in my office, staring at me with concern. I nodded. “Yes, I am. Sorry, I didn’t see you come in.” I had gotten lost in my thoughts on getting justice and the repercussions it might bring. I wasn't sceptical about putting Ivory away, but this was more than Ivory; Judith McCartney, the former Supreme Court judge, was also a part of those going down. I thought of the heat that would follow from people and how Oliver would have to face the public after getting lost in that rabbit hole. “You were deep in thought, I suppose,” she pointed out. I nodded; it was unlike me, and she knew it too. “The Tesla files are on your desk.” She pointed to it and said, “I will be on my desk if you need me.” She also did not have her cheerful and smiley face on; in fact, she hadn't had it all week and had spent the littlest time in my presence, leaving as soon as she finished submitting files. I hadn't given it much thought until
“You will be alright without me, right?” I asked Marcel one last time, even though he had given me the answer more than three times already. In my defence, this was my first time leaving Ocean's side for the weekend since we returned to the States. Marcel told me he would care for his grandson while I was gone. I believed him, but a tiny part of me felt uncertain. When I became a mother, my needs and desires became secondary compared to those of my son, and this would be the first time I’d put myself first. Marcel encouraged it, though, and advised me to do it often. He insisted being a mother was a part of who I was and not who I was. “I told you. He will be fine. Ocean has more fun without you anyway.” He replied. Benjamin walked over, picked up my bag, and walked out with it. I kissed Marcel on the cheek before stooping and kissing Ocean’s hair. “Call me if anything comes up.” “Nothing is going to come up.” He replied confidently, “Go now; you do not want to keep your boyf
After we made breakfast, we ate, and while Oliver rearranged the table, I helped with the dishes. He finished with the table and came to the kitchen to give me a hand. The dishes weren't much, and I told him I'd do them, but he insisted. I confessed I hadn't done the dishes in years, and he told me it was all the more reason not to touch them.I made faces at him, and he kissed it off.I sat on my favourite couch, which was close to the window, and read through Happy Place by Emily Henry. The book was on my to-read list while we lived here. Oliver had gotten me a collection when he noticed I loved the author's work. I couldn't take them when I was leaving, because though they belonged to me, he bought them. I was picking up where I left off.The space next to me dipped, and I glanced up to find Oliver scrolling through his phone. He took my legs and placed them on his lap so he could play with and caress them. This is how it was once. On lazy days, we took laziness to another level.I
The following day was Sunday, and Oliver invited me to the church he had frequented this past year. I agreed, and we bathed and drove over at 9 a.m. to join the service. I haven't been to a church in months, but being here was enjoyable. After the service ended, we grabbed food from the only open restaurant as we drove home.We ate after coming home, easing our hunger and regaining our strength. Oliver asked if I was up for one more outing, and when I said yes, he told me the outing time was 4 p.m. today. The weekend getaway had been great, and I knew it would only get better.I spent the rest of the day reading The Happy Place by Emily Henry. Oliver spent a longer time on his phone, and this time, unlike yesterday, he placed multiple calls and only came to sit beside me when it was almost time to go out. I didn't ask what was up because he would tell me when the time was right."Do you have a specific place in mind, or are you about to take me hiking around the city?" I cocked a brow
My heart dropped, and my stomach turned in a bad way as my eye lingered on the gun pointed at me. The face clicked in my head, and I gasped. Red beards, blue eyes, and a terrifying demeanour I couldn't forget. I had dreamed many times and seen this face. This was one of the two men who attacked me over five years ago and later threw me off the Harvard Bridge, hoping to drown me. He was back after five years, hoping to finish what he had started back then. Ivory probably learned I was behind her arrest a week ago and her pending trial and sent her thug to end me. How did he get in, though? The apartment was secured, and it was still locked when Oliver and I entered not long ago. He must have gotten in while we were out somehow. I stood unmoved, not wanting to risk getting shot. "Do not make a sound," he said, stepping forward. "Whatever she's paying you, I'll double it." I proposed to him, but he looked unwilling to take the offer. He cocked the gun and walked towards me. When he
Imela Barau's POVBreathe in.Breathe out.Blink.Repeat.All the coping lessons I gave myself for thirty minutes while we drove over here had suddenly become useless, as none of them were helping me face the beat of the drum. My heart hammered against my chest, and sweat trickled down my face as I bit down on my lower lip, waiting for the reaction of the speechless family at the dinner table to the news."You asked her to marry you?" Ivory Plane, Oliver's mother, exclaimed as her green eyes darted between us in horror as if those words were the worst thing she had ever heard. Her complete disapproval bore itself in her poised, high-pitched voice.Oliver Plane dropped the bomb a minute ago. It was the news of our engagement at the dinner table, and a minute of silence passed with the gazes of the other four Planes at the table darting between us."I am very sure that is what I just said a minute ago, Mom." Oliver, who hadn't picked up all the cues his mother had laid since he stepped i
Oliver and I stepped out of the multimillion-dollar, architecturally refined mansion into the compound of the Planes. The fluorescent lighting illuminated the night to show the path for the exit, and it was a work of art, amongst many others. Finally, outside and alone with Oliver, I drew a long breath. He still wrapped his arms around me, and if only he knew how much strength he had given me. I didn't expect him to go to the lengths he had gone for me today, but I appreciated that he defended my honour. Still, I didn't want him to be on bad terms with his family because of me. We walked to Oliver's car in silence, and he opened the door to me. "Again, I am sorry for what happened back there," he began. "I told you our kinds don't mix from the beginning," I said at the same time. He paused, taken off guard by the line of my sentence, and released his hand around me. I glanced at him and found a look of confusion and betrayal on his face as he stared at me. "Are you saying my mo