Chapter 3

Lyra's POV 

I am at the verge of breaking down but I swallowed hard trying to maintain a calm composure. “Why the hell am I kept here against my will for freaking five hours? Without a word from anyone!” my hands clenched into a fist and my knuckles turned white.

“Mr Sawyer, we have the murderer in our custody now. What's the next step, Sir?” My heart suddenly felt like a hammer beating in my chest when those words rang in my ears.

I struggled to grasp for air and my skin prickled with fear. 

What? Is that this scumbag's plan? After all the tribulations and pain he has made me go through, now this? He will definitely regret pulling this up with me this time around!

“Get me out of here now!” I yelled and banged the door loudly with much force just to create a scene.

“Better be calm or you will be forced to be!” One of the officers warned.

“Do your worst!” I said, confidently. I pitched my lips together and drew a loud breath as I ran my hand through my long hair. 

Why am I shouting at this moment? I don't think I will leave here anymore, obviously not. 

A few months ago, when Caleb's irresponsible behaviour got worse, even though he had never regarded our wedding vows. Why will he? When everyone in the whole of London perceived him as the richest and hottest bachelor. Our marriage has always been a secret.

On the day of our wedding anniversary, he never showed up, no texts, no call whatsoever. Yes, that has always been his attitude and I was getting used to it but last year's own seemed different. 

Little did I know that was the saddest day of his life.

As usual, he returned the next morning, looking devastated, broken and soaked in alcohol. 

But, the words he slurred during this time, made my heart skip rapidly.

“My mother can't go to jail. Never!” Those were some of his words. My mind couldn't shift from those words until it started making sense a few days later.

He made me believe that his mother had no hand in the accusations, and that made me do the unthinkable. And the most pathetic part was that, I never knew it was also a murder case just like the one I was accused of years ago.

Mrs Sawyer is the centre of Caleb's life. I had always known that. He will do everything in the world to make sure she's okay and anything that tampers with her automatically ruins him beyond recognition.

Unexpectedly, I didn't know his love for her was this deep until he stated to me, “I would have gone to jail for my mother if I was a lady,” it wasn't just the words, but it's sincerity was everything .

As my eyes remained fixed on him, I replied, at first I thought I was going insane but I really meant my words. “I will fulfil your wish, I mean I will go to jail in place of your mother since it's just an accusation, I will be vindicated soon I guess?” And now, that's what he's trying to use against me. 

I should have known that he's nothing but an asshole, not worthy of my love, nor sacrifice. And his mother, I blinked my gaze on the officer, she will take her rightful place here soonest. Trust me!

I grit my teeth and my stomach churn as memories flooded my mind.

I have no doubts that that scumbag will do anything it takes to make his mother escape this. 

I was beaten back to reality when confusion and surprise flit through me, making my body tense.

Anger, frustration and pain enveloped me. It was as if the ground should open up and swallow me. And the fueling rage bubbling in me increased. 

How dare he show his disgustful face here after all he has caused me?! For a moment, my gaze travelled on his lips, and a sharp pang of longing rushes over me. 

Caleb is devilishly handsome, in fact every contour of his face is so perfect. 

As I drifted my gaze, my stomach sank when it settled on him and there was no kindness in his eyes. How can a beast be kind whatsoever?

“Lyra!” There's a way he calls my name that sends cold chills down my spine. 

My mind is whirling in anger and bitterness as I stood in front of him with the bar in-between us. Frustration tugs me, and I felt like strangling him with my bare hands.

“How dare you, Caleb! You and your family did me dirty! And my baby…,” I thought I had gathered enough strength but tears streamed down my face just immediately.

He cleared his throat, the iciness in his eyes pierced through me. No empathy, no remorse and unapologetic. 

“Your baby?” Then he broke into a brief laugh. “That bastard? He doesn't deserve to see this world. You shameless whore!”

At that point, the only thing stopping me from landing a dirty slap on this shithead’s face is the metallic bar separating us. “What! You had a hand in my miscarriage too? How dare you!” My voice came out like a whisper and my chest tightened.

“Your blood is what you referred to as a bastard, Caleb? Not just that, you're not bothered it's gone, huh? You're a beast!” I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

I sniffed my nose, and I looked deep into his eyes. “You will leave to regret this, Caleb. You think you have succeeded in putting me behind bars for the crime of your useless mother, huh? You're a daydreamer!” I exclaimed, a tinge of confidence exuded in me instantly as I tried to fight back my tears.

“You're spilling crap, Lyra!” he yelled. 

“You have already agreed to take my mother's place as the culprit, you can't go back on those words!”

For a moment, I felt like the universe was against me, for letting this bastard treat me like trash. “What do you have to say for yourself, Lyra? I have all evidence intact and you know I will do everything to make sure my mother is free.”

I tried to fight back my tears as I held the metallic bar firmly. My hands clenched into a fist and the burning sensation in my heart intensified.

“We shall see!” He dropped his last words, and strolled out without turning back 

A few minutes later, as I was swimming in my thoughts, a loud voice echoed in my ears.“Where's the lady you arrested a while ago!” 

“Where the hell is she!” The person added, this time around louder.