“The trial has concluded. Ms. Cassandra Harper Anderson has been convicted of attempted murder and sentenced to life imprisonment!”The final judgement pierced through the silence of the courtroom, echoing through its vast hallways. Lifetime imprisonment?!I didn’t hear a word beyond that. All at once, those two words seemed to be the only things I could make sense of. I never realized till now that it would take merely two words to pause your life and crumble everything that you’ve built in it so far.How is this possible? How could the judge be so biased? Was he bribed by Becky? I couldn't help but anxiously glance at Enzo.Enzo and his associate falling into a deathly silence driven by astonishment and denial. On the other end of the room, laughter and celebrations began. Hugs were exchanged, congratulations were conveyed, and victory was celebrated. Becky leapt into Calvin’s arms, and he dipped down to meet her for a kiss. The new couple celebrated their win over their enemy, an
Enzo’s POVI vividly remember the time when Cassie left me. It was decades ago when her adoptive parents came to take her to her new home. Cassie was reluctant to go. She didn’t want to go at all. When her new parents asked her why, she said she didn’t want to leave me. I wonder if she even remembers that episode now, but it was something I could never forget. It felt like the first time someone was choosing me, the first time someone cared about me. Ever since then, she remained a significant person in my life. As she eventually left me that day, it felt as though she was taking a part of me too. Somehow, nothing changed till this date. I watched as the police took her away, standing by myself all alone and helpless. She didn’t even look at me as the vehicle moved, perhaps she couldn’t bring herself too. The farther she went from me, the more unreachable she seemed. With every passing second, I realized that I was losing her once again, and something within me told me that this ti
Cassie’s POV Life inside the prison was exactly how I expected it to be. Miserable. There was no life, no beginning, and no end. It was a vicious cycle of doing the most mundane things, with not a soul to talk to, not a confidant to vent to. One just had oneself, and one had to make peace with that. The only time I saw people was during breakfast, lunch and dinner when people were fighting for their share of food. The quality of treatment of convicts was poorer than I’d expected. I had to fight for basic needs such as food and clean water. Since we were here after committing a crime, nobody deems us worthy of receiving such basic commodities although the government provides it to us. Apart from the food breaks, we are allowed an hour in the morning and another in the evening to spend outside the confines of the cell, and most people engage in an activity or service in the prison to kill time. I was reluctant to partake in any of those activities, simply because I knew I didn’t bel
A nurse was called to tend to my wounds, but not a single soul asked me how I acquired it. I guess nobody spoke about such things in a prison, as they merely did not care for the safety of the prisoners. There was no place to complain about the issue either, so that left me with just one option: comply. I had to comply with the unsaid rules and norms of this place and give in to the power of other people when they demanded it. If I had to survive in this place for the rest of my life, I had to be submissive to its demands and my fellow inmates. But I could not do that. Even if I tried, how long could I possibly dance to someone else’s tunes? Surviving here was a challenge in itself, and listening to other people’s commands was another task altogether. “I need to make a phone call." “Are you sure you want to waste your phone call so soon? It’s been just a week since you’ve come here. Mind you, you’re only allowed one phone call per month.” The guard said. “I’m sure,” I said.
Enzo’s POVI felt exhaustion taking over my body as I stared at the screen before me. I saw seated in the backseat of my car and my driver was sitting in the front. I need to work on a document to share with a client but I couldn't focus. My thoughts were drifting to Cassie. I was wondering how she was doing and if she was okay. I would have to force myself to focus back on work, as worrying about her will hardly do us any good. If I wanted to help her, I would have to wrap up my pending work and give her case my undivided attention. Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked at the task at hand and started working on it. Within a few minutes, I finished writing the document and saved it. I was busy typing away when I heard my phone ring. I grabbed the phone with annoyance. When I read the caller ID, it only revealed an unknown number. Clicking my tongue in dismal, I cut the call and went back to writing my email. After about five minutes, I finished all my work. I closed my laptop and
Calvin’s POV I had a throbbing headache when I came back from the office. This week had been pretty hectic. I barely had any time to take a break. The only good thing was that Cassie was finally out of the way. I could peacefully focus on better things now.Becky had gone shopping earlier in the day and didn’t return yet. I took that chance to go to my room and rest for a while. I quickly showered and got ready for a nap. As I made my way to the bed, I noticed that the trash box in my room was filled. Beside it lay another paper bag which was also filled with things. Curious, I walked toward it and looked inside. It was a photo frame. And it looked familiar. When I pulled it out, I realized that it was my wedding photo. I was shocked to see it in the trash. Becky must have thrown it there, now that Cassie and I were divorced. It felt strange to look at our picture now. My heart felt heavy. Cassie looked so happy back then, as it was her dream to marry me. But it wasn’t mine. I did n
Calvin’s POV The party was in its full swing but I hated every minute of it. I was having a bad headache, and I couldn't wait for the party to end. However, Becky seemed to be having the time of her life. She was really enjoying the party, and I didn’t have the heart to scold her. So I just kept quiet and sipped on my beer. Soon, Jonathan came up to me and started chatting. “How does it feel to be finally divorced, Calvin?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Well, so far so good.” “What sort of a question is that, man?” Kylie, my other friend replied. “It’s a divorce at the end of the day. And divorces are not rosy.” “Yes, mine wasn’t either.” I said. “Come on, man.” Jonathan said, “You hated Cassie, remember? Good riddance. Look at Becky. She’s your woman now. Aren’t you happy?” “I am.” “See, that’s what I’m looking for.” “How is Cassie, by the way?” Kylie asked, “Any news about her?”“Oh, didn’t you hear?” Jonathan said, “It seems like Cassie got beaten up in prison recently.” “Wo
Enzo’s POVAs I entered the room I found Cassie sitting on the right, her eyes looking aimlessly ahead. Her eyes were hollow, her lips parched. To put it mildly, she looked lifeless. She didn't look toward me until I came to stand before her. But when she finally did, her face gave away nothing. I expected her to be angry with me for persistently showing up here despite her refusal to meet me. But she wasn't. She was just dead. It was right then that I saw a brace on her left hand and I widened my eyes in surprise. “What happened?” I asked, kneeling to get a better sight of it. As I examined it, I realized that it could perhaps be a fracture.“I sprained my hand.” Came her monotonous reply. “How?” She remained mute at that. Her response was weird, why wasn’t she saying anything? “Cassie?” I asked again. “What happened?” “I.. got into a fight.” “A fight?” I asked, “Why?”“You don't need to know."“Did someone attack you?’ “I'm not going to tell you.” I sighed. I knew that pushin
I felt a flicker of hope ignite in my chest yet. So the plan worked? Trent caved in?“So… the tape is gone?” Liza asked in a low tone. “Yes, the tape is gone,” he confirmed.I could almost hear the breath leave her lungs in a rush of relief. “Oh my God, are you serious? Like, it’s gone for real?”“I don’t know, Liza. I made him delete it in front of me—from his device and from the cloud. So, yeah, I assume the tape is gone for real.”“Oh my God, Enzo, thank you so much!” she cried, nearly launching herself at him.“No, none of that,” he said, leaning away. “Honestly, I’m exhausted. It would really help if you’d give me some peace of mind.”“I see you’re still the ungrateful bastard I always thought you were,” she muttered. “I gave you all the confidential information you needed, and this is the thanks I get?”“Let’s not forget that I was the one who deleted the tape for you, so yeah, gratitude goes both ways.”I couldn’t help but be amused at their banter. To think I had once felt th
I waited anxiously for Enzo to come back home.He had left at noon to meet Trent Dalton, and since then, there had been no sign of him—not even a text or a call. I knew better than to disturb him, so I refrained from bugging him. I understood that when he had the time and when the work was done, he would tell me himself.However, it wasn’t easy waiting at home. It wasn’t just me; Sara and Liza were here too, both just as eager to hear some good news from Enzo. As for Liza, she had arrived shortly after Enzo left, curious to know what we planned on doing with the information she had given us.“We’re not going to sue you if that’s what you’re thinking,” I said to her.“Well, yeah, please don’t, because I’m not in a position to handle a lawsuit,” she replied, her voice tinged with nervous laughter.I rolled my eyes. “Neither Enzo nor I are interested in that. All we want is to get back what we lost and bring down Trent Dalton.”“And the sex tape?” She asked, “Anything about that?”I coul
Trent leaned back in his seat, staring at me intently.I did not give him a choice. I gave him an ultimatum. I knew that ultimately, he had to succumb to my demands. So what was it that was running through his mind?“You see, Enzo,” he said, “The problem with you is that you think you’re better than everyone—”“I am.”“—And that everyone is beneath you.”“That’s true too.”He smiled. “You give us too little credit,” he said. “You see, you think you pulled a masterstroke by coming to me with these video footages that honestly mean nothing to me. Because if you take this to the press, it’s going to say a lot more about you than about me. Because I’m just going to be the promiscuous man who cheated on his wife and had his privacy violated, along with several other women. Whereas you?”He leaned closer, placing his elbows on its surface. He looked into my eyes in a challenging way, as though he was trying to get into my head.“You are going to be that man that lost his fortune because of
Only psychopaths drink black coffee. That’s what Cassie always said whenever I ordered an Americano at starbucks. As I stared at the man in front of me, I couldn’t help but agree with her. Trent Dalton arrived fashionably late this morning. I picked a casual cafe for us to meet in, knowing it was our best bet. I even picked out an area where nobody would know us. We didn’t want to be spotted by anybody, especially the press. Draped in his stupid suit, he seemed like the devil himself, sipping on his black coffee. “You look good, DeLuca.” he said with a smirk, placing his cup down. “Surprisingly good, for someone whose ass got whipped by the corporate world.”Ever since the moment he arrived, it was clear that there was a power struggle between the both of us. He was on a high horse, claiming himself to be superior to me. But I knew that he would be tumbling down very fast. “I know.” I smiled. “Most people would’ve given up after they get framed by a coward.” “But you’re not mos
Enzo’s POVIt felt like the first time in ages that I was stepping onto one of these streets. The place was bustling with energy, filled with people heading toward their workplaces. I was no different.As I spotted Killian‘s office building, I made my way inside. A few clients noticed me — some smiled, some nodded. They recognized me, but thankfully, none of them approached. I headed to the reception and checked my appointment. The receptionist was more than happy to assist me upstairs.Killian was seated in his office on the 22nd floor. I took the elevator up and walked straight toward his room.As soon as I knocked, I heard his voice call out, “Come in.”I pushed the door open slightly, revealing my face through the gap. Killian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.“Oh,” he said, “please, come in.”I shut the door behind me and walked over to his table, taking a seat.“Good to meet you again, Killian,” I said, shaking his hand. “And thank you so much for doing this.”“Oh, don’t mention i
I was taken aback by her sudden outburst that it took me a while to realize that we were grabbing an audience. She seemed to have noticed that too, as she took a deep breath to compose herself. I pushed a glass of water toward her and she took it. After taking a fee sips, she put it away. Then she said in a low tone,“I had no choice. I could not come to him for help. This was something I had to deal with on my own.”My voice was gentle this time. “Well, you’re confusing me. I have no idea what you’re talking about. So you better tell me what it was that compelled you to do this.”“Will you promise to keep this to yourself?” she said.“Liza, I’m going to tell this to Enzo—because he deserves to know the truth. But if you’re saying you were in trouble and you needed help, then be assured that we’re going to help you.”“Okay,” she said, releasing a shaky breath. I could tell that it was crushing her to share this with me. It showed in the way her hands were trembling. “Liza, are you
I waited in the café outside my office, glancing at my watch. It was 30 minutes past our scheduled time, but I was not surprised—Liza was known for her tardiness. She never showed up on time, even for work.I sent a message to Enzo then, asking him how it was going at work, but he still hadn’t replied. Bored, I decided to call Sarah so I could speak to Emmy. But right then, I heard a ring in the air. My face instantly turned toward the entrance and, unsurprisingly, in walked my sister. Her eyes wandered through the crowd until they settled on me at the far end of the room. Her face gave away nothing. I could tell she was slightly nervous, but she tried to play it well. After all, I hadn’t told her why she was here. I wanted to catch her off guard—not come prepared with an answer that would keep us from the truth.I needed her to be honest with me. This was no longer about her silly games. This was about my husband—and his career, which was on the line.She sat across from me, throwi
“How did you come up with this?” Enzo asked in amazement. He leaned in to get a closer look at the laptop. Once he realized that I was not kidding, disbelief claimed his face. And I couldn’t blame him. The fact that this was still operational was astonishing. When I first made it, I had no idea that it would come in handy in this manner. To be honest, I didn’t even know why I made it in the first place. It was definitely not for something important nor because it was assigned to me. “Patrick was fired so abruptly that I had no way to secure our data.” I said, trying to recollect my days at his firm. It felt so long ago. “I knew that a backup server could come in handy, incase someone hacks into our main system. I originally intended to keep it only until a new IT head could be hired, but it simply slipped my mind after. I let it run for long after I quit the job, I guess.” Mark was impressed. In fact, he was the only one who was so overjoyed amongst all of us. “The best part is t
“Congratulations, Cassie,” Raymond said, as he placed a coffee cup in front of me. “I heard your man’s finally coming around.”I smiled, taking his coffee. It was my favorite — a flat white from Starbucks. As I took a sip from it, I couldn’t help but moan in delight.“Thank you for the coffee, Raymond,” I said. “And yes, Enzo is finally finding his way back. Did you hear it from Leo?”“Why would I hear it from Leo?”“Well, who did you hear it from then?” I asked, surprised. Was he not offering to — the way he stayed at home and took care of our daughter, or the fact that he was willing to look at the lead Mark found him?“Well, it’s from a friend of mine. He called this morning saying that Enzo asked him for a favor,” he said, smirking at me. “He wants a job at his company as a legal advisor.”I frowned — then let out a shriek of excitement. “Enzo is looking for a job? Are you serious?”He broke into a grin. “Yes, I am serious. And he wants to be back in the market. You know, although