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Chapter Sixty Three:No One Would Believe Her

ผู้เขียน: Rejoice Ezeh
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He sat with it for an hour after he left Nicole's apartment.

Walked the long way back to Bleecker. Down streets he did not look at, past people he did not see, with his hands in his jacket pockets and the weight of what he had agreed to sitting across his shoulders the entire way.

His mother.

He was going to go to his mother and ask her for evidence against the man she had spent six years protecting at the cost of everything that mattered.

He was going to do it not for himself and not for the p
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  • I Slept With My Best Friend's Son   Chapter Ninety Four:Fresh Mud

    Evan was off the bed before the creak finished.He did not turn on a light. He crossed the room in three silent steps and took the baseball bat from behind the wardrobe, the one he had moved there a week ago and had never told Nicole about. His hand closed around the grip. It was cold and heavy and real."Stay here," he whispered."Evan, don't —""Call them. Now."He slipped into the hallway.Nicole sat frozen on the edge of the bed. The room was black. Her phone was somewhere in the sheets, and she found it by feel, and her thumb shook so badly that she hit the wrong key twice. The static from the dead cameras still hissed faintly from the speaker of his abandoned phone, like rain on a roof.On the third try, she got it."Nine one one, what's your emergency?""Someone is in my house," she said. Her voice came out thin and strange. "The back door. The cameras are down. Please. There's a man who's been stalking me."She gave the address. She said it twice. The operator told her to stay

  • I Slept With My Best Friend's Son   Chapter Ninety Three:The Scar

    He took four steps.Nicole counted them. It was something to do while her body forgot how to move.One. Two. Three. The man in the dark coat walked down the aisle like he had all the time in the world. His hands were open at his sides. His face was calm. Nobody in the room had understood yet what they were looking at.On the fourth step, a court officer stepped into his path."Sir. Sir, I need you to stop right there."The man did not stop. He did not even look at the officer. His eyes stayed on Nicole, and something in them was so patient that her skin went cold.A second officer came from the side. Then a third. A hand closed on the man's arm, and another on his shoulder, and the whole room turned at once. Chairs scraped. Someone gasped. Linda Park was on her feet with her phone raised."Get him out of here!" the judge called. "Clear the aisle!"The man let them take him. He did not struggle. He turned his head slowly as they steered him backward, and the light from the high windows

  • I Slept With My Best Friend's Son   Chapter Ninety Two:On My Own Terms

    Nicole did not reply.She took a screenshot of the message. Then she took another, so the number showed clearly. She sent both to Detective Marsh with one line: *Received tonight. I did not answer.*Then she put the phone face down on the desk and pushed it away.She knew what that offer was. She had been offered things before. A casserole and a check at a funeral. A room, a phone, a kind voice. Every gift had come with a hook, and the hook had always been bigger than the gift.*A small thing,* the message said.It was never a small thing.She sat in the lamplight and made herself say it in her head. *If I take this, I belong to whoever sent it. I leave one cage and walk into another.*She was done with cages.She went upstairs and knocked on Evan's door. He opened it at once, fully dressed. He had not been asleep."I got a message," she said. "I didn't answer it. I want you to know."He read it on her phone. His face went hard. "Who sent it?""I don't know. Marsh will find out." She

  • I Slept With My Best Friend's Son   Chapter Ninety One:Nine Days

    The motion did what Margaret Anderson meant it to do.It threw everything into chaos.By noon, Nicole's attorney had pulled two associates off other cases. By evening, the dining table was buried under paper, with sticky notes on every page and cold coffee on every corner. Linda Park called twice. Nicole let both calls ring out.Her attorney did not waste a minute. She filed an opposition within twenty-four hours and read it aloud in the kitchen, standing up, like she was already in court."The defendant's motion has no bearing on the charges," she read. "Ms. Blake's name change has nothing to do with the abuse she suffered, the money he took, or the evidence she gave. The defence is not trying to prove a point. It is trying to put the victim on trial."She looked up."Too sharp?""No," Nicole said. "Keep it.""I'll fight this with everything I have. But I can't promise you the judge will see it our way."Two days later, the court sent its answer. The judge would not decide yet. She w

  • I Slept With My Best Friend's Son   Chapter Ninety:Collision

    Evan did not wake Nicole.He sat at the kitchen table until dawn with the footage paused on the screen, watching that one pale line of a hand at the edge of the frame. When the light came up gray over the street, he copied the files onto a drive, then copied them again. He did not close the laptop until Detective Marsh's car pulled up outside at seven.Marsh watched all six nights without saying a word. He rewound the last one twice."Here," he said, and tapped the screen.On the sixth night the figure had finally moved. Only a step, back toward the street, but it carried him into the edge of the lamplight for one second. A tall man in a dark jacket, with a close haircut and a build like someone who had spent years standing at doors."That's not a man who wants to be seen," Marsh said. "That's a man who knows exactly where the cameras stop.""Is it him?" Evan asked. "Lawrence?""Give me two days."---It took him one and a half.Marsh came back on Tuesday afternoon with a printout and

  • I Slept With My Best Friend's Son   Chapter Eighty Nine:Two Men

    Nicole called her attorney within ten minutes.She stood in the kitchen with the phone against her ear and her free hand flat on the counter. She read the text aloud word for word, then told the story in short, clear sentences: the photograph, Ruth, the name Lawrence. She did not stop until she had said it all.Her attorney was silent for a moment."Call Detective Marsh now," she said. "Give him the envelopes, both of them, and the text. Don't delete anything, and don't reply to that number." Her voice was steady, but Nicole could hear her pen moving fast. "I'm also filing for a protective order tomorrow morning. A separate one, under this man's name. It has nothing to do with Rhett's case.""Will it hold?""It will if we can show he's been stalking you. The text helps. The envelope helps. Ruth's statement will help most." A pause. "Nicole, the trial is in five weeks. I need you to hear me. You are now fighting two men at once, and one of them is a ghost on paper. I don't like that."

  • I Slept With My Best Friend's Son   His House

    Rhett walked in at seven-fifteen and looked at Evan the way men look at things they did not give permission to exist. "Well." He set his keys on the counter and took his time with it — taking in the set table, the food, the very specific fact of another person occupying his kitchen with a ease tha

  • I Slept With My Best Friend's Son   Rhett Comes Home

    Rhett came home at six that evening. I heard him before I saw him. I always had — six years in the same apartment teaches you the particular sound of a person. His key in the lock. The specific pause before he pushed the door open, the beat he took to compose himself on the other side of it. Then

  • I Slept With My Best Friend's Son   The Spare Room

    Ashley's goodbye was one of the finest performances I had witnessed in six years of knowing her up close. She stood outside my building with Evan's duffel at her feet and her sunglasses on, and she held him for what I counted as a full forty seconds. She whispered something against his hair. He pa

  • I Slept With My Best Friend's Son   I Am A Sinner

    I am a sinner.I want to say that first, before you hear the rest and draw your own conclusions. I know what I am doing. I know what it looks like. I know that if any of my former colleagues — the ones I used to face down in courtrooms from the Southern District to the Second Circuit — could see me

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