LOGINNICOLEI'm at the penthouse, and it's about two in the morning. I can't sleep.Mason was here to keep me company, but then he received a phone call and told me he had to go. I didn't ask him who had called him. I assumed it was Haley.And the reason why I didn't ask is that I knew I'd only end up arguing with him. I'm upset now that the sadness has faded away. I'm angry with how things turned out. It's all so unfair that I can't think straight.I would've said the wrong thing for sure.Some time at around half past two, my phone starts ringing. This pulls me out of my thoughts, and I wander around the penthouse to find it.It's on the kitchen island. I forgot I even put it there. I find it strange that an unknown number is calling me at this time, but I'm also curious to find out who it could be.So, I swipe my thumb across the screen and press the phone to my ear. "Hello?""Nicole?"I recognize the voice right away. "Sandra?""I'm sorry to be calling you at this time, but..." She sta
NICOLERoman stares at me for a long time without saying anything. I'm waiting for his response anxiously, but it feels like an eternity has already passed and it still hasn't come.At this point, I'm just assuming the worst. He'll tell me that I should never have gone there, though I already know that, and he'll hate me for what I caused.That's what I expect."I'm sorry," I tell him. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I didn't mean any harm by it. I just wanted her to stop. I wanted to understand her motivations and..."Roman holds my face and looks into my eyes for several seconds before saying, "You're forgetting that I know that woman and what she's capable of. I've seen it for myself."I nod and tears slip from my eyes. He brushes them away with his thumbs."I'll never blame you for what happened. She did it to herself. If anything, your presence there should have helped her figure out that what she was doing was wrong. It's not your fault. I believe that. Alright?"I nod
ROMANMy lawyer sits directly across from me. He opens his briefcase and sighs. "Roman."I rub my eyes. "Just tell me how to get out of this place. I didn't kill anyone. I didn't touch the murder weapon. I was just a wrong place, wrong fucking time scenario.""Well, I have to be honest with you, don't I? The situation is more complicated than it seems right now. Sebastian had a restraining order against you. You knew this?"I run a hand down my face. "He called me. If they check the phone records, they'll see it!""Alright, Roman. Let's start with what the prosecution has. You were found at the scene with the victim, who had a restraining order against you. Correct?"Irritated, I nod. "I believe you, but that's beside the point because we'd be having this conversation even if you did it, okay? So, there was a motive, an opportunity, and means. They'll likely look for prints on the weapon. You didn't touch it, as you said?"I nod again. "Did anyone else know about this call?""No. No
NICOLEI rub my hands together over her over again but I still can't feel my fingers. I've been trying to call Roman for the last two hours and he hasn't answered my calls at all. I'm a nervous wreck. I don't know what to do or where to go. I came here in the ambulance with Esmeralda and I haven't gotten any news from her yet. I've already washed my hands, but they still feel sticky with her blood. I don't think this feeling will go away anytime soon. Neither will the memory of her doing such a terrible thing to herself. God, I feel terrible for assuming she was just putting on an act for attention. Nobody would hurt themselves in such a way just to prove a point. ...right?I'm so lost. I don't know where to begin processing this. Hell, I don't even know how Roman will react to all of this when he eventually finds out. Will he blame me for going to her and not consulting him? At the end of the day, the baby she's carrying is still his biological child. That baby has his blood run
ROMANI've waited for about five minutes, and Sebastian still hasn't walked out of his office. That's it. I'm too impatient to keep waiting any longer. Who does this guy think he is? He calls me, tells me it's urgent, and asks me to come here for Nikki's sake. Then, he doesn't open his door and leaves me stranded in a deserted lobby for several minutes. What's his problem?I stand up and decide to head toward the exit. But then, I don't know why, but I find myself walking toward his door instead. As soon as I approach it, I hear something. It sounds like something bumping into another thing, and sounds are coming from inside. Not voices. But other sounds. Sounds I can't discern. Impatiently, I knock on the door hard enough to make the wood shudder. "Sebastian! I know you know I'm out here. I don't have all the time in the world, do you hear that?"I hear no response, but I hear another more distinguishable sound coming from his office. It sounds like coughing. I should just leav
NICOLEEsmeralda tells the housekeeper to leave us as soon as she places a tray of tea, coffee, and other treats on the center table in the living room. We're seated across from each other. Esmeralda is still smiling like she's happy to see me but I know that can't be true. Why would she be happy to see me? That makes no sense at all. "So," she begins, grabbing a cup of tea and sugaring it before stirring slowly. "What did you want to talk to me about?""I think you have an idea.""I don't, actually," she replies. I try to ignore how her answer enrages me, and remind myself that I didn't come here to pick a fight with anyone. "Let's start with why you're doing this to yourself, then," I begin calmly. "You haven't been eating and it's clear. Why? Why are you hurting yourself like this? What do you think you'll achieve?"Her gaze meets mine, and the smile slips from her lips. I prefer this seriousness, because at least it lets me know that we'll be real with each other. "You're bein







