เข้าสู่ระบบTony Woods' POV It's been over ten minutes since I arrived at the interrogation room with Patrick and no one has uttered a word yet. I spent the last couple of minutes strolling around as though I were searching for a lost item. All eyes are on me to break the silence since the case is about me. I try not to stare at Sean and Nicole for too long. Seeing their disgusting faces increases my hatred for them. I have already made a promise to Patrick not to do anything stupid, and I'm willing to keep my word. I would rather not be considered a man without integrity. “Okay?” Patrick cleared his throat to speak. “Is this the point where you start talking already? You should know what's at stake here,” I guess he's sick and tired of seeing me wander—still, I have no words or actions from me, despite Patrick's urging me to speak up. I practically ignored Patrick and made him feel invisible. “Tony?” Marcus called my name in an angry tone. It was just my name that was mentioned, b
Tony Woods' POV As Angela approaches our direction, my impatience gets the best of me. “Go after her now,” a voice said to me. “Don't sleep on it,” “Do you wish to see her escape? Won't you love to see her suffer for what she did to you?” For the second time, the voice spoke to me. I chose not to heed it because I wasn't sure if it was good advice. A lot of thoughts and options are flying in my head right now that I don't want to implement. That will be stepping on Patrick's toes and ruining the good work he started with. He's the reason I haven't stepped outside the car to strangle Angela to death with my bare hands. “Hey, "Patrick tapped my shoulder and winked at me to say put. “I got this,” It's obvious that he's been keeping tabs on me and knew I was about to do something stupid. Suddenly, Angela stopped coming when she saw me in the car. I saw this coming. We are about to miss out on Angela again, and it's not even funny. This is the closest we've got to apprehen
Patrick's POV “Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?” Patrick leaned forward to arrest my conviction. He managed to convince me to stay put in the car without stepping outside. This is a very crucial stage of my life, and I'd rather not bottle it with my rage. “Please do all you can to ensure he doesn't escape from your watch. He needs to suffer for his crimes,” I pleaded with Patrick as though my life depended on it. I was very ready to worship the ground he walked on just to prove my dedication. With a friendly pat on my shoulder, Patrick looked at me and said, “Don't worry, I got this. He's no match for me,” I believed him. I had no reason to doubt his promises. I kept my hopes alive as I watched him step out of the car. My biggest joy? Patrick isn't dressed in his police uniform. That alone has made our job very easy. I raised my head outside the window to read the movement of their lips just to grasp their discussion My impatience is killing me. The my
Ethan is getting closer to my hideout than expected, and It's messing with my head. If I were meeting Ethan for the first time, I would have believed that he was a private detective. His instincts are too sharp. The way he studies situations and connects things so quickly is terrifying. Sometimes, I feel like he chose the wrong profession. Right now, I wish I had some superpower that could make me disappear without a trace. I can’t deal with Ethan’s madness. Whenever he’s angry, he becomes unstoppable. I doubt even his father can calm him down in that state. If Ethan discovers I’m hiding here, I’m doomed. Not just me—Paul too. Ethan would never forgive him, and whatever bond they once shared would be destroyed completely. I don’t want to be responsible for that. It could even affect the company. If Paul loses his position because of me, I’ll never forgive myself for it. I won't forgive myself if Paul loses his position at the company, knowing that it was all my
Susan's POV After the meeting Paul and I had with Mr. Woods, I still haven't found rest. Different thoughts keep running through my head, and I don’t even want to imagine any of them coming true. It would destroy me completely. My phone beeped again. I glanced at the notification and realized it was a text from Ethan, my husband. Instantly, a cold shiver ran down my spine. My legs suddenly felt weak. I hadn’t even opened the message yet, but I already assumed it was going to be disastrous. Ethan isn't that jobless to send me loads of romantic love messages when he knows I'll be home soon. . “Susan, you can do this. Don't be scared,” I encouraged myself since I couldn't find anyone around to motivate me. Gradually, I opened the side of my left eye to glance through the text. I was left in shock. It wasn't what I expected from him. “Did he really send this to me or was his phone stolen?” That's the question that came from my lips. “Dear Susan, my lovely wife,” I re
Tony Woods' point of view We've been on the road for over ten minutes and I haven't said a word to Patrick. I lost count of how many times he has tried to start a conversation with me only to end up disappointed. Blame it on the situation that has completely overwhelmed me to the point where no one matters to me anymore. The only thing I care about right now is finding Angela and making her pay for what she did to me. She is the reason I lost that bond with my son, Ethan. I was such a fool to have believed that I could start a happy family with Angela. Marrying her was the worst decision I've ever made. I am starting to assume that she jinxed me into getting married to her. “How will my son feel when he finds out about this?” That has been my worry in recent times. He warned me about marrying Angela. It wasn't just my son, his mother, my ex-wife also tried to warn me about the danger ahead. They made it clear on several occasions that Angela is after my wealth. B
Susan's POV“Not while I am still here. I never asked you to excuse us. You ain't leaving until I say so. You are part of this family. If she can't speak in front of you, then the exit door is hers to use,” he mocked me despite not speaking to me directly. Ethan's Father turned out to be a stum
Susan's POV“Mom, where have you been? Dad and I have searched everywhere for you. Thank goodness I found you now. Can you please sing for me until I fall asleep?" the little boy spoke to the Lady. When he referred to her as his mother, I knew something was wrong. It confirmed the suspicion insid
Susan's POVI planned to return to the car when Paul did the unthinkable. Rather than revealing to Ethan about our destination, he lied that I was at his place. What a relief!I returned to Paul with a redefined hope that my little secret hadn't been exposed. “She's at your place already? That s
Susan's POVIt's been over ten minutes since the lady left to call Ethan's Father, and she hasn't returned yet. She made us believe that she wasn't going to stay too long.She made us wait outside with high hopes. Now everything is starting to look like a joke to us. The bitch fucking played us!







