Chapter One hundred and twelve

Days had turned into weeks, and life had not remained the same for Carlton, whose existence had been disrupted after the most painful truth about Marilyn's entanglement and how she succeeded in messing with his life and happiness.

After she was arrested at the airport while trying to leave the airport, she was detained and investigated concerning the sudden death of the child she had claimed belonged to Carlton.

“I cremated her already!” She claimed repeatedly no matter how many times she was questioned by the prosecutor in charge of her.

“Why?”

“There is no use in keeping a dead child and breaking my heart more,” she responded, without remorse or sense of guilt, her eyes darting uncontrollably to every corner of the room like she was looking for something.

“Where are the medical reports that confirmed she died and have her bio-data?!” The prosecutor, whose patience was already wearing thin, questioned, seeing how unstable and restless she had been since she entered to question M