CHAPTER 3_ Anger

~Arya~

I inhaled a deep breath as soon as I stepped out of the confinement I've spent the last couple of months in. That was a fresh breath of freedom, I stared at the back of my palm, my skin was rough and my fingers long and skinny.

I never imagined that I'd ever be a free woman again and all thanks to this unknown man who came to my rescue. I wasn't sure if my landlady would be willing to let me back into my apartment.

I watched the lawyer and Karl walk towards the fancy black car at a distance, I stood back without moving. Perhaps this was where we say goodbye to each other.

The lawyer got into the front seat and Karl opened the door of the backseat. He hesitated for a second before looking my way.

“Are you coming or not?”

“Huh?” I was stupified for a second. I pointed to myself in shock while taking a glance around to be sure that he was talking to me.

I saw him mutter something under his breath before he left the car and began walking towards me in large strides. He stopped before me and overshadowed me with his massive height.

“It's fine, I can walk down home—”

Before I could finish processing my words, he took me by my right hand and began walking to the car. He guided me in and closed the door behind before walking to the other side of the car.

I was afraid the three men in the car could hear my loud and irregular heartbeat. I was afraid it was gonna rip out of my chest.

“Relax, Arya..” His soft voice rang next to my ear. I shuddered slightly but managed to give a nod and a tight smile.

All through our journey to wherever they intended to take me, I couldn't help but curse Simon every now and then. If he was alive, why didn't he come forward so that I could get out of prison?

If these men didn't show up, then i'd never know that he was still alive and breathing. What the actual hell happened?

We finally arrived at a one storey building, the house screamed of 'home'. It wasn't so big yet it looked comfortable for a family of three or four.

I stepped out of the car still staring at the cream colored house until someone nudged me slightly from the back. I looked up to see Karl smile a little at me. I walked behind the two men until we entered the well furnished house.

“Your house is really nice..I love the little flower garden outside” I commended trying to strike a conversation in the tense atmosphere.

I heard the lawyer's snotty laughter and was a bit embarrassed. Maybe I should have just shut the fuck up instead.

“Not mine..” Karl murmured as he looked my way. “It's yours Arya..”

My jaw dropped, I stared at the men skeptically. At this point I was expecting a director to jump out of nowhere and scream 'Cut! Cut! Cut!' but that didn't happen.

I pinched my arm just to be sure that I wasn't having any delusional dream again but this was fucking real! The lawyer stretched two keys to me with a warm smile.

“These are the keys to this house and that car parked right outside..”

I felt my heart skip a beat as I stared at the keys on his palm. I shook my head slowly, this can't be right. Nothing comes this easy and expensive without a price.

“No..” I whispered taking a step back. “Something is not right, why are you guys helping me? I'm sure I must have skipped a condition in that paper I signed..”

I saw the two men exchange brief glances before the lawyer bowed slightly. He placed the keys on the table before excusing himself.

My attention was diverted back to the imposing figure before me, he took slow steps to me and stopped just a step away from me.

“Your fiance faked his own death just so he could live a happy life with his newborn and the woman whom he truly loved..”

My eyes teared up instantly, I shook my head in denial. That doesn't sound like what Simon would do. I knew that he loved me, he really did.

“No that's not true, I saw his body in a body bag and we love each other—”

“What did you really see?” he questioned lowering his gaze to her. “You saw a body bag, you didn't see who or what was in the bag. You saw some things because that's what they wanted you to see. Why don't you think carefully, I know the CCTV footage of you heading to his room with a knife was real,”

I listened to him with interest, he brought his phone out and began scrolling through his phone for something.

“If he's really dead, then who is this?”

I turned my head to the photo displaying on his phone, my chest tightened as soon as I recognized who it was.

“Alicia?”

Alicia, my best friend with Simon, my supposed late fiance and a little baby girl of three months old at most.