Chapter 91BIANCA’S POV I kept that paper on top of the nightstand the day I returned with it from Mr. Sam’s house. I forgot to put it away and now Richard has seen it and thinks I’m an insecure freak who likes pushing good things away and creating problems where there aren’t any. But I wasn’t any of that. Our relationship was just rekindled yesterday. The last thing I wanted was for all that effort to be thrown in the mud. I love him. Knowing that he wasn’t with any woman aside from me and promising never to bring any slut to the apartment made me love him more. And I didn’t care to find out why he and that Heather girl broke up after their long relationship. Whatever reason it was, I didn’t care anymore. If only I could make him see that. Make him see that that paper was a mistake that was never meant to happen. If only I could… “No…” Tears clouded my eyes, stinging them and streaming down my cheek as I tried to come close to him. “You can’t say that…isn’t not true.” “Please don’

Chapter 93BIANCA’S POVAll these questions bombarded in my mind, leaving me almost breathless with bewilderment and suspense. This person knew my husband more than I ever did. He probably grew up with him in a neighbourhood or had gone to the same high school he went to or something that made him know this much about him.But that part where he said “Ask him why such a blissful relationship that was envy-worthy then end very badly” made me think of one person, and that was Ben. Now I was starting to have every reason to believe this was him. That he is the unknown sender. And if it was truly him, then believing all these would be difficult because I already knew the type of person he was and what he was capable of doing.That night at the club when Richard came to my rescue as Ben tried to force me to come with him, even though I was a bit drunk, I noticed the way they glared at each other like they were long-time enemies. But I brushed it off, thinking they were just two angry guys

Chapter 95RICHARD’S POVEntering the bar, the familiar gentle jazz tunes from the speakers flowed through me, and the scent of fresh coffee, beer and alcohol wafted through the air and into my nostrils.I scanned around for Ben but couldn’t catch sight of him. As far as I knew, this was his one-to-go place for drinking, doing drugs and shit, and consorting with hookers. No doubt, this will be the first place he’d come to if released from prison. If he hadn’t shown up yet, then it must haven’t been released yet.As I walked towards the bar, I continued looking around with hopes of seeing him. It was quite early in the morning and not so many customers were around yet. That will make things a lot easier for me as I could kill him without anyone noticing.I moved a stool at the bar counter a little and sat on it. The bartender was cleaning the wine bottles on the shelf when he saw me. His expression grew guarded and his eyes narrowed at me like he knew I’d done something wrong and wasn

Chapter 97 BIANCA’S POV Before I prepared myself to leave, I spent almost an hour searching my room for any hidden camera or microphone. I was positive Richard wasn’t the one who shot that video, but I needed to do that just to be on the safer side. I searched everywhere I could lay my eyes and hands-on, on but ended up finding nothing. That relieved me a bit. At least I knew I hadn’t been recorded in secret. Something prompted me and I ended up searching Richard’s room too. Not finding anything suspicious, I arranged his things back so he wouldn’t notice someone had been in his room. In the course of that, I took some, no, not some, all. I took all of his clothes and sniffled them in deeply one after the other as though doing so would grant me everlasting life. I knew doing that would waste a lot of time, but I just had to do it. I couldn’t resist the urge. With everything that had been happening, I had almost forgotten how that sweet soothing scent of clean soap and pine smelt an

Chapter 99BIANCA’S POV Immediately the door was opened, Richard rushed in almost like Gideon did several minutes ago as though he had been chased by someone, but not breathing as heavily as he did. He wore a black cap on his head, but it didn’t do much to hide his long and beautiful hair. He had sunglasses on his eyes and a stylish long coat that matched the colour of the cap and sunglasses. It seemed like he was trying to stay incognito, probably so reporters wouldn’t recognize him. Without giving him enough time to take it all off, I closed the space between us and thudded him with a hug that almost threw him off balance. “Thank goodness you’re back,” I said with a voice about to be thickened with tears as I wrapped my hands tightly around him, my head resting on his chest. The hug took him by surprise, so it quite a while before he could hold me back, but not as tightly as I did. “Yes,” he muttered and as though realization hit him, he started holding me tighter like I wanted