Chapter Ninety-seven.

Sandra’s POV:

I woke up a bit groggy, the pain in my head was now a full blown headache. Zina, my darling friend, had a glass of water next to me with some pills I was guessing would be aspirin. I took them and smiled at what she said about her knowledge of hiding a body or unaliving someone.

Zina was just a darling friend.

“I don’t know which would be more satisfying, you killing him or me doing the job myself.” I said to Zina who squeezed my hand that she grabbed it.

“Well I can still hold a torch while you get to it, what did that knucklehead do this time around to make you cry? Usually you rant but you never cry.” Zina said and pointed out the fact that I did not cry. Well, this one warranted more than tears.

“He was playing with me all this while.” I said quietly to Zina who gasped.

“No, that can’t be true. I overheard his conversation with my husband. He wants to marry you. He was asking Neil for advice on something, I did not catch that part, not like I was eavesdropping on pur