Xavier woke up some time later and frowned when he realized Charlotte was not beside him. He couldn’t tell what time it was, so he tried to switch his phone on, but couldn’t find it anywhere. While he sleepily wondered where his phone was, he heard slight whimpering coming from the bathroom. Confused, he rushed in there and found Charlotte sitting on the closed toilet seat and sobbing. “What’s wrong?” He asked, crouching down and holding her shoulders. “Did you have another nightmare?” Charlotte wrestled out of his grasp and lifted his phone to show him. Her eyes were puffy and her face was swollen, a sign she had been crying for a while. “The only nightmare is coming across your family!” She tried to yell, but her voice only came out as a raspy whisper. “You’re all terrible people. Every last one of you.” When Xavier saw the recording he had made with his nephew playing under the texts he had sent to his detective, Xavier understood what was going on. “Shit,” he cursed, angry a
“I actually thought you’d be much different-looking in person,” Xavier said to his private detective while he swirled a glass of wine in his hand. “How so? You thought I’d be taller?” Private, as he was known asked with a smirk. That was usually the first thing people said whenever they found out about his job or saw him face to face for the first time. “Definitely. And i thought you’d be more mysterious generally,” Xavier completed. “I get that a lot,” he said with a chuckle. “Why did you ask to meet me in person?” Xavier shrugged. “I realized I’d never seen the man that knows almost all my secrets and knows where to find out the rest.”“I never said you couldn’t meet me. I’m not a hitman. People knowing my identity does not directly put me in danger,” Private said. Xavier downed his eighth glass of wine that night and began to pour another. “I suppose I just enjoyed the mystery,” Xavier slurred. “Oh just forget it. I know you already know what I look like. You ran a background
Thanks so much for helping me out, Carla. It really means a lot,” Charlotte said as she arranged the room where she would spend the night. “Hey. We used to best friends. This is the least I can do,” Carla said while helping her friend. Charlotte smiled weakly and went back to what she was doing. “Besides, I know you’re going to get enough out of the divorce,” Carla said with a wink. “I’m just playing my cards right.” Charlotte’s forced smile became a grimace after she heard those words. “Relax, jeez,” Carla said. “I was only joking.” “I know.” Even though she knew her friend was only joking, it still stung to think about what the future held for her. Would she really divorce him? Was she even allowed to? Their marriage hadn’t even lasted for up to three months and according to their arrangement, they could only get divorced after two years. “Let me fix us something to eat,” Carla said as she walked out of the room and left Charlotte to settle down. Had she overreacted by walk
“Their marriage isn’t real!” Carla whisper-yelled into the phone at the other side of the house while Charlotte slept. “What?” Jonah asked. “It’s crazy,” she chuckled. “They managed to fool everyone. He just married her to change his reputation for the better. What a sad thing to do.” Jonah pursed his lips as he absorbed what Carla was saying. “Where did you get this information from?” He asked doubtful. Carla frowned. “Do you think I just made it up? Charlotte told me herself, just an hour ago before she went to bed.” “Hmm. That makes sense,” Jonah said. “I always wondered when she got the chance to build a friendship with him not to talk of marrying him. Did you get a recording, anything we can use to back up the claim?” There was a pause. “You didn’t tell me I had to do that.” “You idiot!” Jonah cursed in his mind. “How else are we supposed to convince people it’s true?” He asked out loud. Jonah was frustrated. Nothing he did was working. Slowly, he was beginning to lose
“Is there something you need?” Carla asked Charlotte when she entered the room and saw her going into the kitchen. “No,” Charlotte whispered. “I mean yes. Very hot tea.” “Stay here, sugar. I’ll go get it for you,” she said sweetly. Charlotte nodded and stayed by the dining room table. She kept hitting the table absentmindedly. She was in big trouble. Just a few minutes ago, she had overhead Carla on a call with someone discussing her husband. From the little she had heard, the only reason Carla was doing this was for them. As Charlotte heard her friend singing in the kitchen while she waited for the water for her tea to boil, her hands tightened in rage. That thing that always caused people to betray her was back again and now, the only friend she thought she had was literally selling her off to god knows who. She hated herself in that moment. How had she been dumb enough to reveal all those things about her husband to him? She had no idea who her friend had been talking to, but
“I have to find her,” Xavier said. “It hasn’t even been a full day,” Private said dismissively. “Just give it time. Let Carlos do his thing.” “She’s going to flare up when she sees him,” Xavier groaned, shaking his head. “Stop drinking, boss,” Private said when Xavier took yet another swig, this time of liquor. “You have to forget about this and focus on other things for a while,” Private advised. “Piss off!” Xavier cursed, standing up. “You’re not my therapist. Don’t tell me what to do. I’m going there whether you approve or not.” “Sir…” Xavier didn’t stand there to let him finish. He walked out of the living room where they had been discussing and went into the house in search of his keys. When he was dressed, he went downstairs and almost fell over twice. Grunting, he picked up his phone and dialed Carlos, completely ignoring his detective who fortunately remained silent. “Hello, boss,” he greeted. “Come to the house. I have somewhere I need you to take me,” he instructed.
The ride home was silent and uncomfortable. Charlotte opened the car door and sat by the passenger side without once looking behind at Xavier. Xavier, not wanting to push things past their limit and send her storming out of the car now he had only just got her, remained silent at the back of the car. Carlos, fortunately did not try to make small talk, but that only meant there was a thick tension that hung in the air among them. Maybe it was even for the better. Xavier looked like shit and he knew it. Let Charlotte deal with one disappointment after the next. They reached home quickly enough and Carlos parked the car in the garage. He was the first to come down, but when the rest did, he said his goodbyes and left. Now it was only the two of them. Charlotte entered the house without a word. Some of the workers had come out of the house and were staring at them like fools. Xavier was irritated, but the headache he was beginning to spout, plus the strong urge to throw up kept him
“Just breathe in, Charlotte,” Xavier said, holding his wife down by her shoulders. “You can do this.” Charlotte nodded and did as he asked before following him into the crimes unit of the police station. The detective who came to meet them was really nice, or maybe he was just pretending because of what he stood to gain from Xavier. Either way, he was easy to talk to and that was what Charlotte needed. “So I’ve seen the details of the case from your file and your lawyer has contacted me,” the man said. “To push this forward, we’ll have to question the doctor who gave you those drugs. He’s already in custody and I plan to question him today. I believe we’ll get more from him. Will you like to be present while he’s being questioned? You’ll also get the chance to meet him one on one but the option is still up to you.” Charlotte glanced at Xavier for a moment and he lightly squeezed her hand. She turned to the detective and nodded. “Okay,” he said, standing up and arranging the files