You Murderer!

ALEXIS 

“Thank you, Adam.” I shook the hand of my divorce lawyer, a middle-aged Italian man.

He smiled. “Don't be. I'm just here to make sure everything goes smoothly and that there's no trouble.”

“Still, I really appreciate it.” I smiled, taking the papers and going through them one last time. “I'll make sure he signs them.”

“Yes, please.” He nodded, but right then his phone rang. He checked the screen and the smile slowly dropped from his face. “I will be taking my leave now. I have an urgent matter that needs attention. Please tell Mr. Xavier I am done here.”

“Yes, I will. Um... the payment. We haven't discussed it yet.” I stood up to stop him, but he waved his hand.

“Don't worry about it. Mr. Xavier already covered all the expenses,” he said before walking through the door.

I stood there numbly, processing the words that had left his mouth.

My eyes dropped back to the document, my hand slowly tightening around it.

“He did.” The words left my mouth dryly.

It had been weeks, and yet I still didn't understand this man's intentions.

“Daisy!” I called, and rushed footsteps echoed from upstairs before she appeared behind me.

“Yes, ma'am?”

I turned to her. “I want you to add this amount to my account book. The page that has Xavier on it.”

I glanced through my phone. “Add another fifty thousand dollars to the amount already under Xavier's name.”

“Understood, ma'am.” She quickly answered before running back upstairs.

I stared at the door again.

‘No matter what his intentions are, I will make sure to keep records of everything to avoid any problems.’

Mother wasn't around, which left me alone with the maids in the villa. I stepped outside and saw a jeep parked beside the massive stone fountain, decorated with carved statues at its center, in the compound.

The door opened immediately and a tall, handsome young man stepped out.

His eyes were green, and his dark hair was curly.

“Good afternoon, ma'am. Where would you like to go today?” His rich accent filled my ears.

I smiled faintly. “The Lacrae residence.”

He nodded silently, opened the back door, and I slipped inside. The car door shut behind me. He sat in the driver's seat, turned the car on, then drove around the fountain before leaving the huge compound.

The drive to the Lacrae house was much quicker than I realized, maybe because my heart was racing wildly at the thought of seeing my husband... my soon-to-be ex-husband... one last time.

I didn't trust myself with what I would do if he were still the same as before.

The huge gate opened after security confirmed it was me. The car pulled to a stop, and I stepped out, telling my driver not to worry about waiting for me.

I stood under the sun, feeling it burn against my skin. Maybe it would help burn away the rage in my heart, but unfortunately, it only made me angrier.

I glanced at the bag in my hand before walking to the door. I turned the knob and pushed the door open.

The first thing I heard was Mandy's laughter.

“Ah, stop!” she squealed, slapping Dyson's hand away playfully. “Don't you want my baby to recognize my voice too?”

My hands clenched tightly, my eyes twitching as I watched the two of them.

How dare he?

I stood there feeling my heart tear into pieces.

He had never once been this way around me, and even after I lost our child, he never showed up or called.

“Mrs. Lacrae!” A maid screamed, drawing my attention to her. “Congratulations on the baby!”

I smiled bitterly at her excitement.

“Mr. Lacrae, madam is back!” she announced.

That was the moment my foolish husband finally noticed me.

“Alexis!” Mandy gasped before her eyes fell to my empty stomach. “Congratulations! I didn't expect you to give birth already. I wish to have a safe delivery like you.” She rubbed her stomach before turning to Dyson, whose eyes were fixed on my stomach before slowly lifting to my face.

“You already gave birth?” He stood up and walked toward me. “Why didn't you call me? I thought you ran away after what happened that night.”

Was he seriously asking me that right now?

He stopped in front of me and gently held my shoulders before pulling me into a hug. His palm rubbed against my back, relief clear in his voice.

“How's the baby? Why didn't you bring her with you?” he whispered.

My breathing nearly stopped.

He was asking about our daughter so casually.

As if he hadn't abandoned me.

As if I hadn't buried that child alone.

Something inside me cracked violently.

Gritting my teeth, I shoved him with all my strength.

He stumbled backward, shock written across his face before he regained his balance.

“What's wrong?” he frowned.

I forced myself not to open my mouth because I knew I would say something I'd regret.

Instead, I opened my bag, took out the divorce papers, walked toward him, and slammed them against his chest.

“What's this? You're scaring me, Alexis.”

He unfolded the papers slowly, his eyes moving through the contents while Mandy stood up and walked toward him.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Even the maids stopped moving.

The only sound left was the crumpling of the divorce papers in his hands.

A scoff slipped past his lips before he looked at me.

“You can't be serious.” His voice dropped lower this time.

He looked through the papers again like the words would somehow change.

“Alexis...” he laughed nervously. “Stop joking around.”

Mandy took the papers from his hand and read through them.

“Oh...” Mandy murmured softly. “You're divorcing him now? While I'm pregnant?”

The slight curve of her lips made my blood boil.

“You're serious?” Realization finally dawned on him, and his expression immediately changed. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair before turning away from me.

“God!” he yelled, kicking the floor angrily. “Why the fuck are you doing this to me, Alexis?! Why are you being so fucking immature?!”

“Immature?” My lips trembled violently as I finally lost control. “Did you just fucking say I'm immature?!”

I stormed toward him, rage ringing in my ears.

“Wow, slow down there, Alexis.” Mandy stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

My eyes snapped to her, my teeth clenching tightly.

“Move.”

“Excuse me?” she snapped, hatred burning in her eyes.

I shoved her out of my way.

She stumbled backward before crashing onto the floor.

“Ahhh!” she screamed.

“Alexis!” Dyson yelled, enraged.

“What's going on?” Carissa's voice came from upstairs.

I ignored her completely and grabbed Dyson by the collar.

“Immature?” I repeated shakily. “How can you say that, you murderer?!”