Last night

“You bastard!” Myra screamed as she banged the door shut behind her. 

She could see all the officers outside watching, and even though they could not see past the one-way glass, they were sure listening.

But she did not care.

“What?” Aiden rose from behind his desk.

“You and my father must really think I am the world’s biggest fool.” She screamed as he crossed the floor towards her. 

His stride broke, but only just.

He stopped in front of her and yelled, “What are you on about? Have you finished the work I assigned you?”

She slapped him, hard. 

She did not care if she got suspended, or even fired for disrespecting her boss. Maybe she would tell the higher ups about their inappropriate conduct.

“How dare you?”

She slapped him again. “You are really some d*ckhead. You thought I would not remember?”

“I have no idea what you are on about.” He said, looking at her with blazing eyes. “But if you don’t get out of my office now, I will forget you are my fiancé and send you to internal affairs.”

“I should be sending you and the chief there.” She yelled at him. “You cheating bastard.” She yanked the engagement ring off her finger and threw it at him.

“And I am not your bloody fiancé.” 

He was gritting his teeth now, his face purple with rage. 

He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of his office.

“Walk.” He said through gritted teeth as they passed all the officers who were staring.

They rode down the elevator to the underground garage. 

“You don’t want them to hear you are f*cking the chief?” She said in bitterness, fighting her tears. “How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you been f*cking my father?” She yelled. 

She did not care about his why. She did not have problems with him being gay or bisexual if only he had told her the truth and did not cheat on her.

And of all people, with her own father.

“What are you saying?" He frowned in confusion at her. “If you need rest and psychiatric evaluation, I can speed up the approval for sick leave.” Aiden said in a sudden sympathetic voice.

She stepped back. 

“Sick leave? I saw you. Don’t make me out to be crazy.” She screamed as tears finally streamed down her face. 

Had she been with a monster all this time?

It was bad enough that they did that to her. Now they were trying to gaslight her into thinking it never happened.

Aiden shook his head, looking at her. 

“I am not surprised this is happening. You have been under a lot of stress lately with wedding planning.”

“I am not crazy.” She cried, backing away from him.

“But you are saying crazy things. Do you know how mad the chief would be if he heard this nonsense you are saying?” He said in a placating tone. Like he was on her side, cared for her. 

She shook her head. She knew what she saw. Maybe she did not remember at first, but she did now.

“You should rest.”

“No.” She screamed loudly. 

She was a detective. If anyone could find proof, it was her. 

She had witnessed the most horrible crimes in her few years as a detective.

She knew all the early signs. If she did not find answers quickly and nip this in the bud, this may turn into a horrible criminal case. 

Psychiatry? Was that their plan? To commit her into an institution and say she was crazy to save their reputation after she caught them?

That made sense. 

That is why they knocked her out and took her home and set up everything to look like she had never been to that condo.

The cold bastards. They had it all thought out. They even changed her clothes.

She began to back away quickly. 

“Myra.” Aiden said, hurrying towards her. She spun around and ran. 

They were all badass detectives. If anyone could manipulate evidence, it would be a badass detective.

She opened her door quickly, and shut it just as he placed his hand on her car. He tried to get in front of her car, but when he saw she could well run him over, he jumped to the side.

She pulled out and drove straight to his condo. She soon saw him speeding behind her. 

She yelled, and hit the steering repeatedly.

The bastard. 

She had destroyed that place last night. That is all the evidence she needed to prove she was there and was not crazy.

She jumped out of the car and ran into the elevator. But just before the door slid shut, Aiden shoved his hand between the door, and got in with her.

“What are you doing?”

“What are YOU doing? He fired back. 

She ignored him and ran out of the elevator as soon as the door slid open. 

He reached out to grab her, but she slid past him and scanned her copy of his keycard against the door.

“You cannot come into my house without my permission.” He said loudly, gripping both her arms and shaking her.

“Not when you willingly gave me the key.” She kneed him in the inner thigh, and he stumbled back, howling in pain.

She pushed the door open and ran straight for his bedroom, already fishing her phone out of her pocket to take pictures.

But when she stepped into the bedroom, it was spotless. 

Myra gasped, stumbling as she missed a step.

This could not be real. The mirrors she was sure she had shattered were all hanging untouched against the walls. The windows had no dents, and all the medals were perfectly arranged.

“Found what you were searching for?” She heard Aiden behind her.

She spun around. “You fixed it. You fixed everything overnight.”

He shook his head at her and began to pull out his phone. “The chief would want to know this. It is better to take you to the hospital now that it is still early.”

She gripped his hand. “Don’t you dare.”

“I may not have the full right to do it yet, but your parents do. You need an evaluation. You cannot do your job like this.”

Fear suddenly gripped her heart. 

She did not want to end up in a straight jacket at some psychiatric home. She had seen it happen many times. 

Some people managed to prove they have never been crazy and got freedom years later, but some never did.

“Please.” The word slipped out of her mouth as her heart squeezed. 

Aiden stopped. 

He shook his head and kissed her forehead. “I am sorry. This is all my fault. I have been too hard on you lately.’

She felt tears streaming down her eyes at her sudden helplessness, even as he hugged her close.

“It will all soon be over. We can move the wedding forward and do a smaller one if it’s too stressful,” he said, caressing her body and kissing her forehead again and again.

She cried harder, wanting to take a knife to the monster’s chest and carve his heart out.

“I’ll call in sick for you.” He finally let her go. “Go relax on the bed, I’ll grab some groceries to cook for you.” 

He smiled down at her. His gentle, handsome face would deceive a stranger. 

The way it had deceived her all these years.

How could somebody love a monster for years and not know it?

As he walked away, her eyes fell on something bright in a shadowed part of the hallway, just outside the bedroom door. 

She waited to hear the front door lock before she hurried over and picked up.

Her eyes widened as she saw the silver belt from her robe last night.