Chris's POVWe were at the back of a very expensive rental car that I had ordered even before talking to Linda. I was sitting at the right side of the car, by the door, while she sat on the left side, not even giving me a pinch of her attention. I did not mind, or maybe I did. But heck, I did not have any real choice here but to be happy that she had even agreed to the conditions that I had told her about when she was still in the holding cell. She was so adamant about not wanting to be in the same house as me, but after explaining over and over that this was the only way she would be able to get out, she gave in. I wanted to tell her the truth about Meghan, I really did, but I decided to wait until she had calmed down a bit. I hurt her, I really did. I knew that. That was why I was willing to be fully honest and try to gain her trust back, while mending her heart. The car finally came to a stop in the compound of a lovely space, parked right in front of a very luxurious castle-l

Linda's POVMy heart skipped a beat and I looked at Chris. “The police…” I was a bit nervous and I did not know why because I was innocent, I did not kill Mitch. I would never do such a thing!“It’s okay, I will handle it,” He assured me, walking away and closing the distance between him and the door. When he reached it, he opened it and I caught sight of two officers. It was a female and a male officer. They looked very familiar and it did not take long for my brain to remind me that they were the same officers at the scene of Mitch's death. “Hello, officers, how may I help you?” Chris spoke smoothly, not a hint of nervousness in his voice. “This is a visit to confirm that your wife is truly in the house,” The female officer began, peeking into the room and flashing me a stiff smile. “Also, we are here to talk to her.”“I understand you wanting to talk to her and confirm that she is in the house with me, but I do not get why you had to come to the bedroom and could not wait in the

It was like I was not even in the room anymore. The words on the small white note danced in my eyes, causing my heart to race. I gulped, proceeding to read it again. And it read: ‘Hi, Mrs. Kingston. I hope you are doing well, dear. Especially considering your new murder charge against your ex. You see, everyone pays for their sins, and you dear, you’re certainly going to pay. I know you did not kill Mitch, but I swear on my life that I will make sure everyone believes that. I am going to give you three business days to figure out who I am. And if you can’t? Well, another person dies. Have a good night, babe! :)’What the hell? What the actual hell?! My hands were shaking as I read it one more time, especially the part that talked about someone dying again. It shook me to my bones. The first thing that came to my mind was going to the police. Or maybe even Chris. But I was scared, because considering that this person had Mitch killed smoothly and could pin it on me, I did not want

As the car came to a stop, my heart doubled its pace. This time, I was trying to calm my nerves not because of all the carp that was going on in my life. But because I was about to see Mitch again. “Thank you,” I told the lady but decided to ask, “I don’t know your name, may I?”She smiled warmly. “I’m Cristal, ma’am,” She replied. “Nice to meet you, Cristal. I would be in there for I don’t know how long but you can wait up for me anywhere you’d like.” She nodded, and I got out of the car, heading into the building that poured out an energy of heaviness. When I entered, I tried my best to not be the center of attention. My heart was racing and my throat was dry as I walked up to the receptionist's desk. It was a dark-skinned guy that stood behind it. I waited for him to take notice of me but he did not, he seemed busy. I cleared my throat. “Excuse me?” My voice was soft. “Yes,” He replied, his voice strong and comforting at the same time. He was a rather good-looking man. “I’m s

I watched him walk away, letting a scoff escape my lips. What just happened? You see, I would have been willing to talk to him about staying and tried to convince him but the way he just walked out and acted as if I’d bow down to his every command annoyed me. I tried to let the anger rising in me to cool down before walking out after a few minutes. When I was out of the Villa, I saw the car waiting for me. The engines were alive and Chris had a look of expectation plastered across his face. I walked right up to him, closing the distance before saying, “I am not going. I am not going to run away. I don’t want that kind of life.” Chris squinted his eyes a bit as if he was trying to understand something. Then he opened the door of the expensive car, getting down. “So which kind of life do you want? One which you are accused of murdering your ex?” I smiled, but it had no hint of being one that was of joy or humor. “Leave, Chris. Go take care of what you truly care about. Your compani