Michelle's POVTears threatened to spill from my eyes.Davis continued, “She was delusional and obsessed with my son that she couldn't imagine a life without him.”“If this is the case, why didn't you come to the police immediately to report her constant talk of murder? Also, when Late Miss Annabel pointed an accusing finger at the both of you, why didn't you come out to say this?”George did not expect that. He stuttered for a few moments.“Mr George Davis kept silent and hid under the guise that Miss Annabel was suffering from some mental issues and killed her child herself.” My lawyer proposed, “Coming out now after four years to claim that the late woman was right all along is certainly an offence punishable by law.”“Objection, my lord.”“Objection granted.”“My client did share his concern with me. He wanted to speak out and tell the world what kind of a woman Mrs Michelle Davis is; however , he was quiet because he feared for his life.”“For a woman who speaks of murder, and is
Michelle's POV I couldn't stop shaking. My hands were trembling, so were my entire body. When asked a question, I couldn't control my lips from stammering. Soon, we reached the courthouse. I met with my lawyer. Looking around, I found an entire family alighting from the car. They all ran to embrace the one they'd come to support.She was a young girl like me and the only difference was that I had no family to support me. The only family I have was my worst enemy and she is fighting for her life because of my decision to keep my mouth shut.“Mrs Davis-”Highly irritable, I replied, “I told you to stop calling me that.”“Ma’am, it is what you'll be addressed as during the trial. You might have to endure, seeing that you are not yet divorced from your husband.”“Can I make a call? I need my phone.” I told him but he shook his head.“I don't have your phone and I doubt the police would want to release it either.”I began to panic for real this time. The lawyer placed a firm hand on my s
Annabel's POV “Mommy, you're awake!” The beautiful girl ran towards me. Although confused as hell, with my head banging I opened my arms to receive her.“Hey, Cherry.” The words spilled out of my lips. It sounded familiar, like I used to do it all the time.I couldn't help but ask, “Is your name Cherry?”She giggled, “No, mommy, but you call me that all the time.”“Ah, really..” I grinned, “I'm sorry I haven't been able to see you for so long. Look, mommy's recovered now and we'll have time together again, what do you say?”She laughed effortlessly in my arms, it was hard to believe this beautiful angel is actually mine. I held her closer.“I say we should spend the time at the beach where you and Daddy almost kissed!” She giggled mischievously and said while looking at the handsome man with jet black hair, “Right, Daddy?”I tilted my head.The other guy curved his fist and looked away while the handsome one nodded to the girl's question.“Yes, Samantha.”I failed to understand.How
Scott's POV Before us, standing by the door with shock in her eyes was none other than Annabel.Strength suddenly came back and staring at her took away my pain. I rose from the ground.“Annabel-”Her hand went to her head and then she shut her eyes. I and Myron were by her side before she lost balance.I carried her on my arms downstairs and Myron helped with water.“Hey, can you hear me? Are you okay?” Myron asked but after taking the water Annabel looked at us like she'd never seen us before. She nodded in response to Myron's question. Relief flooded my heart until she spoke.“Where am I?”I and Myron exchanged looks. His gaze said it's normal, as she was out for some weeks. I tried not to panic.“You're home, Annabel.” He answered with a smile, “This is your house. Our house.”After a moment of silence she let out a simple, “Oh-”I took Myron to a corner, “Where's the damn nurse? Annabel does not look okay.”“I'll find her.” He turned and hurried up the stairs.I caught Annabel
Scott's POV I stopped by Annabel's room and found the nurse asleep. The monitors were beeping fine and Annabel remained unconscious.After a long look at Annabel, I continued to find my way. A few minutes passed before with my search proving abortive until I heard some noise coming from the top floor.I hurriedly took the stairs and found a glint of light peeping from under the door of a particular room.I could bet Myron was in it and the room could be his study. I thought of waiting for him to step out but then I remembered Michelle and the ticking clock.She must have been sick waiting for me or worse, lost hope. But I haven't given up yet and unlike Mich, I am not in love with the bastard.I kicked open the door, causing him to jerk out of his chair.He looked astonished to see me and would have called out to his guards if I'd not pointed the revolver at him.“Hold on,” he became calculative in front of the gun, “You're not here to kill me, are you?”“That depends very much on yo
Michelle's POV It wasn't Scott.It was Vivian. Even though her back was to me, I could recognize that chestnut hair anywhere.She turned and met my gaze. She smiled and walked to the table then stopped before it.“We have a lot to talk about, don't you agree?”“I'd choose to do anything than talk to you.” I answered and attempted to leave however the warden was by the door, his hands on the knob, ready to shut it.I turned back.“Playing tricks again, Vivian?”“Rather, I have come to learn from the trickster herself.” She pulled out a chair and sat, eyes locked on me, “Sit.”I rolled my eyes. I better choose this than be hit by that warden's baton. My body still felt sore from the previous beating and nothing would hurt me more than dieing without putting Mr Davis where he belongs.“I used to see you as a meek, irrelevant figure,” she started, “Don't you know better than to go against us?”“Don't you know better than following George around like a lifeless puppet, allowing yourself t