تسجيل الدخولChapter thirty-sixEmilyFive hours.Five whole hours, and he still wasn't back.The clock in the living room chimed eight, the sound echoing through the unusually quiet house.Xena had left an hour ago.Since then, I hadn't moved from the couch.The television played quietly in the background, but I couldn't tell you what was on. I'd been staring at the same channel of news for nearly twenty minutes without understanding a single word.Where was he?I frowned at myself. Why was I even asking that?He was free to come and go.So was I...Except I wasn't. I mean, it's just a one time outing to the cafe but his?.That stupid clause in the contract floated back into my mind.Spend time together. No working for a month.What a joke.For the past week, Seth had spent more time outside this house than inside it, leaving me behind with nothing but silence, Mrs. Briggs' overly sweet concern, and my own thoughts.If anyone was breaking the agreement, it was him.A familiar sound cut through th
Chapter thirty-fiveSeth"Wait."I stopped him before another word could leave his mouth.Not because I didn't want to hear what he had to say.I wanted to make sure he understood exactly what was at stake.I took a slow step toward him, keeping my eyes fixed on his."If what you're about to tell me is anything less than the truth..." I said quietly, my voice calm enough to make the room feel colder, "...you won't like what happens next."I held his gaze, giving him no room to look away."So think carefully before you speak."He nodded his head. Vigorously. “I'm listening.” “It was….” His lips trembled. “Tristan.”The name settled heavily in the room. Finne was the first to react.“I knew it.”But I didn't. I simply stared at the boy.His breathing had become uneven, his chest rising and falling too quickly."Look at me," I said calmly.His frightened eyes met mine."You know Tristan?"He nodded rapidly."Y... yes.""How?""He... he was the one who..."His words caught in his thr
Chapter thirty-fourSeth“Are you sure of what you're telling me?” I asked the moment I stepped out of the living room. Pulling my car keys from my pants pocket, I got into the car and zoomed off.“I am very sure sir…we all clearly saw him coming out of the estate,” This is strange. “Your answers aren't straightforward, Finne. Give me proof.” I said firmly and ended the call.One week. For the past one week, all my attention had been on the threats and the documents alteration. I am angry, I must admit. But to whom, is what I don't know of.What angers me the most each time is when I find it very hard to articulate my emotions, which hasn't happened before.That is why I must find the one who has been behind the threats and document altering to pour out my frustration on them.I am losing it.I watch my hands tighten on the wheel as I drive speedily. Once I get hold of that bast*rd, I'll rip him apart!.I pulled in front of an uncompleted building. The one I'd been directed to by
Chapter thirty-threeEmily One week later…One week of being a married woman. Being Mrs. Hernandez. One week of silence, of no threatening messages, of no anonymous calls.One week without waking up every morning wondering what unknown number would appear on my screen next.It should have made me feel better. Instead, it only made me more uneasy.Seth. He has been acting differently these past few days that I often find myself wondering if it's just my thinking.Three days ago, he'd acted all nice and caring with me when Mrs. Briggs told him that I was under the weather. I was angry at her for letting him know, but of course what was I expecting, she'd tell him everything that happens in and out of the house.She can't be trusted with me…and that's for sure. “Emily.” He called that evening, his voice soft. That was when he'd entered the room after knocking and seeing me under the blankets. I guessed he just came back from only God knows what he'd gone outside to do, when the hous
Chapter thirty-twoThird person povEarlier that day,Miles away from the Hernandez mansion and the Cafe, someone smiled as two messages disappeared from a screen at exactly the same time. The phone rested on the table between a pair of gloved hands.A smile slowly formed behind the silence of the room.One message had already been read.Another was about to be sent.The thumb hovered over the screen for a brief second before pressing send.A soft vibration followed. It's being delivered. The smile widened."Let's see how long trust survives." The phone was set aside as another one was picked up.The same location, different numbers. Bellington Café. 10:30 a.m.Come alone.It went.“Perfect” he muttered.The chair creaked softly as its occupant leaned back.On the desk lay several photographs.One showed Emily stepping out of the car at the Cafe.Another captured Tristan standing beside her inside the Cafe. Another showed Emily when she was working in the hospital.Another showed
Chapter thirty-one Emily It happened a few minutes when Seth stood up after eating that my phone dipped. It was a message. Another message.It is high time I change my SIM card, but at the same time I want to see the end of all this. I immediately looked around to see no one in sight before bringing my phone closer to see who'd texted only to see it was that same number. ‘If you want to know the truth about your husband, meet me at this address and time’ It reads, then below is the address and time.I have an hour and thirty minutes to prepare and get there. My brows knitted together, a cafe? Of all places, they had to pick an open space.I am going to go there. I mean, since it's an open space I don't think they will be able to harm me. Also I need the truth and to put an end to these.I held my phone tightly and rushed upstairs to go change. I decided to wear sweatpants together with a basic tee while leaving my hair down and wearing a baseball cap with a flat.Wait…what wil







