6. Ungrateful Woman

Damon Pov

Mornings aren't my favorite. To be factual, I detest mornings, and this is because of the woman I married. Though a married man, I still dream of waking up someday with a woman beside me, no other woman but my wife. Our lives have gotten even more arduous. I used to be the only one whose love was squabbling and trying to make our family work, but now, I feel nothing but disdain for my wife-so I think. 

....

The alarm rang loudly making me even more agitated than I am. I tried to put it off but I ended up grumpily shoving it on the floor. My eyes rolled provoked by the mess I made. 

I placed my legs on the frigid floor only to be greeted by a knock on the door. 

"Who is it?" I screeched at whoever was there. I know for a fact that it would be no other than Grayson or Madeline. It can never be Elysia or the kids. The kids must have gone to school already. And Elysia, certainly won't bother checking on me.

"Sir, it's Rosaline. The police are by the door and request to see Mrs. Elysia, but she isn't coming out sir." 

I know I'm not supposed to be thrilled by this but somehow this certainly was making my day. The police are here for Elysia, how perfect.

I scurried out of the room, still in my pajamas. When I opened the door, Madeline's fright welcomed me. I quickly feigned ignorance and a troubled countenance. 

"Why are they here?" 

"Something about murder." Madeline could barely say the words correctly, but there I was grinning secretly.

"I will check on my wife. You just try to keep them entertained." I ousted her as I veered towards Elysia's room, reciting words in my head that I would shamelessly enunciate in front of her. She was the first to shamelessly cheat on me. 

When I opened her door, I saw how spineless she looked. It made me feel even more powerful being in her presence. Knowing that her freedom was on the tips of my fingers made it even so much more entertaining.

When I asked her to beg I craved to see the tears that fall from her eyes as she say the words. She didn't disappoint.

....

Slowly, I walked behind her as she galloped through the stairs. She denied being the one in the video. It was fun to watch.

I didn't have a plan, all I wanted was to watch how well she fibbed, and she did it so perfectly, just like the way she has been fooling me all these years. 

I felt a rush of anger permeating deep inside the muscles of my heart, and for that minute I felt like letting the police take her away and lock her up, maybe then, she will learn. 

But I couldn't bring myself to do such a thing, not to the woman I love. God damn it, despite being cheated on, I still find myself at her feet. She might not know this, but she owned a parcel of my heart. I couldn't just stop loving her. She is my world, and I am here today all because of Elysia. I can't give up on her yet, I can only pray. 

....

"Sir, they are taking her away." Madeline's voice erupted me from my reverie. 

I looked around and couldn't find them in the living room.

"Where is Elysia?"

"They've handcuffed her and taken her in custody," Madeline responded.

I rushed out and saw the way the female detective was nudging her head and forcing her into the police van.

'How dare her?' 

"Where are you taking my wife?" I shrieked at them. 

They all gawked at me like I was some psychopath. I know it's all over the news that my wife had a fanatic, but she was still my wife, and I deliberately didn't make all evidence go away because I wanted to squirm her to my will, and now that I've done that, I can help her fully and make her pay for life. 

"We are arresting her base on the evidence we have." The female detective responded.

"I'm sorry, but you have no right to arrest my wife. I didn't permit that. And what evidence are you referring to?" I squealed.

"There is a video of your wife going to the hotel to visit the deceased." 

"May I ask where you got the video from?" I asked despite knowing the answer.

"From the hotel." The other officer responded in plight.

"I'm sorry, but that will need to be verified, and until then, you have no right to place handcuffs on my wife." I walked to them and opened the door of the car. Then I brandished Elysia's arm and led her out of the van. 

"You are free to come to question her for any details. Even if the video source is proven, until you have solid evidence that my wife was involved in the murder, you have no right to come close to this mansion thinking of arresting her." I warned them.

They looked petrified at my demeanor. They said no words but relinquished the mansion. 

My gaze instantly drifted towards Rebecca whose words seemed to be hung on the tip of her tongue. 

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"I believe my response is not needed." She wanted to walk away, but then-

"Don't you want to be sure I've sorted this whole thing out?" I asked. 

"I know you will." I could hear her teeth gritting as she glared at me.

"So what, you trust me now?" 

"I still don't, but I trust you will never let yourself be mocked by the public Damon, I know you." She spat on the ground.

"I see," I smirked and dialed the chief of police contact. Soliciting him for his help to destroy every evidence regarding Jake including the videos at the hotel. That way, the officers in charge won't be able to trace the video they got. There will be no evidence left and then, I can fully make Elysia tend to all my demands.