Chapter 2

Lyra's POV 

“Didn't my son inform you already?”

Then her gaze roamed on me like I'm a piece of trash. “He's getting married to a responsible woman, a woman of calibre and class, a woman of standards.”

“And obviously,” then she pulled my chin up. “You're not that woman, you're nothing but a pauper and you don't have a place in this house anymore!” her tone carries a finality that's hard for me to come to terms with.

My body began to vibrate and my heart shook at those poisonous words. Is she suddenly blind? Why's she not asking the reason why my belly is low? Or is it what I'm thinking? Was it her plan too? Numerous questions oozed through my mind.

“Come in,” was the next words I heard, as to who she was expecting was what I couldn't predict. That shithead is getting married to that whore he's cheating on me with, even when we're not yet properly divorced. 

“Where's the lawyer? I thought he was the one to come with it,” my mother in law added, making nervous prickles run down my spine. This is not a joke after all.

As I rotated my head to glance at the person she's referring to, the burning sensation in my lung increased and the rage piling up in me exploded instantly. I didn't know how my hand got to her face and I landed the hottest slap on it.

“What the fuck! How dare you lay your filthy hands on my son's secretary!” She yelled at me nonchalantly, without a care in the world about my reasons.

“What the hell did you put in the wine you sent down to me?!” She was quiet, but the guilt on her face was suffocating me.

“Get your freaking stinking hands off her!” My mother in law said, and pushed me away from the bitch.

“What is she talking about?” She asked her.

“I don't know what she's talking about ma'am, I only followed an instruction I was given by my boss,” she responded, but her reply conflicted with the guilt she was wearing on her face.

For a moment, I thought I was getting some strength, but I was wrong. Fresh tears gathered in my eyes when I pondered on the fact that I might be attacking an innocent soul. Maybe, she has no hand in it just like she proclaims. 

But anyone who did this, should wait for me, because he or she will pay with their life. Who the hell is that homewrecker? I know she knows something about this.

My mother in law took a critical look at me, then her mouth fell open for a while, the surprise on her face was unexplainable. “What…what happened to the pregnancy?” The first time she spoke in a low tone since I arrived there. She doesn't stay with us often, just for visits and I could remember she wasn't here yesterday.

I didn't think she deserves any explanation from me at all. She doesn't! I pulled the documents from the secretary's hand, because I knew that was the divorce papers.

When I caught a glimpse of the document with Caleb's signature already glaring at me, my chest tightened and I blinked at my mother-in -law's face as she fiddled with her phone. I knew she was calling her son.

I parted my lips to speak but my voice betrayed me and the teardrop I was holding suddenly poured down. “Sign it, you deserve better!” It was as if someone spoke those words into my ears.

Out of nowhere, I gathered all the strength in me and scribbled my signature boldly on the documents.

 “Oh my goodness! I should have known you're nothing but a whore! You have been cheating on my son all these years.” 

Wait a minute, is that what Caleb told her? It clearly insinuates that he's aware that I lost my baby. 

“That baby was a bastard. What's the point of bleeding because you lost it? It's supposed to be good news,” she added.

My hands clenched into a fist as my teary eyes fell on her face. I can't remember telling him about this. How on earth did he know? 

“Is that all you have to say after your first grandchild has been allegedly murdered just like that?” My voice cracked and my body vibrated.

“That bastard can't be my grandchild,” she replied nonchalantly. 

I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me as her words hit me like poison.

“And we have proof, Lyra. Your evil plans have been shattered, go back to the street where you belong!” she added. 

“What!” I yelled, as my eyes choked with tears. So they all have a hand in this? How? The remaining tears streamed down my face.

Then I took a few devastating strolls towards her, “You killed my baby intentionally, huh? You all,” I blinked my eyes trying so hard not to lose it all.

“Trust me, it's not over yet!” My breath quickened all of a sudden.

“I don't know what you're talking about Lyra. Your bastard child wasn't meant to see this world after all,” she said, with a brief laugh.

What a fuck! I tried to utter another word but it was as if there was a lump in my throat. 

Suddenly, we heard the sound of the door bell. Well, at that moment, I didn't want to spend another second there any longer.

When I swung the door open, there were three police officers at the door. And the next thing I heard was, “Miss Lyra, you're under arrest! And you must go to the station with us now!”

My eyes opened wide in shock as I couldn't think straight anymore, “what?! For what reasons? I mean…,” my throat became dry immediately. 

I gasped in disbelief as one of them took out handcuffs. My entire body started trembling and shaking. “I'm innocent of whatever accusations they might have labeled on me, officers!” I yelled loudly, expecting someone to show up but no one did.

“You will prove yourself when we get there,” he said, and handcuffed me without blinking an eyelid.

“Mrs Sawyer! Mrs Sawyer!” I shouted, my mother in law's name, or rather my ex-mother in law's name, but all to no avail.

As I was dragged to the gate, I was shocked to the core, when the doctor who offered to bring me home was not gone yet. 

“What's her offense? And why is she being treated like a thief?” At that second, my breath was caught up in my throat and my body seemed to shrink.

“She's more than a thief, Sir,” one of them replied nonchalantly, making cold shivers run down my spine. 

“What the hell do you mean by that!” I asked in a shaky and broken tone. 

Meanwhile, my mind mimicked the officer's words when the van took off and tears trickled down my face while my teeth chattered. 

It's been almost four freaking years since I was released from prison when I was allegedly accused of murdering my own father. As my mind raced, I didn't know how fresh tears flowed down on my face again. 

I was already made aware that if they discover anything fishy about the evidence used against me, I will be kept behind bars for the second time. 

I mean, I know no one will ever believe I'm innocent and all the evidence used against me was fake. 

Obviously not, because of the circumstances surrounding the demise of my father.

Even the blind could detect how empty and broken I am now, probably that's the reason for this unannounced arrest.