Alle Kapitel von Secrets and Second Chances : Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Patrick's POV “Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?” Patrick leaned forward to arrest my conviction. He managed to convince me to stay put in the car without stepping outside. This is a very crucial stage of my life, and I'd rather not bottle it with my rage. “Please do all you can to ensure he doesn't escape from your watch. He needs to suffer for his crimes,” I pleaded with Patrick as though my life depended on it. I was very ready to worship the ground he walked on just to prove my dedication. With a friendly pat on my shoulder, Patrick looked at me and said, “Don't worry, I got this. He's no match for me,” I believed him. I had no reason to doubt his promises. I kept my hopes alive as I watched him step out of the car. My biggest joy? Patrick isn't dressed in his police uniform. That alone has made our job very easy. I raised my head outside the window to read the movement of their lips just to grasp their discussion My impatience is killing me. The my

Tony Woods' POV It's been over ten minutes since I arrived at the interrogation room with Patrick, and no one has uttered a word yet. I spent the last couple of minutes strolling around as though I were searching for a lost item. All eyes are on me to break the silence since the case is about me. I try not to stare at Sean and Nicole for too long. Seeing their disgusting faces increases my hatred for them. I have already made a promise to Patrick not to do anything stupid, and I'm willing to keep my word. I would rather not be considered a man without integrity. “Okay?” Patrick cleared his throat to speak. “Is this the point where you start talking already? You should know what's at stake here.” I guess he's sick and tired of seeing me wander—still, I have no words or actions from me, despite Patrick's urging me to speak up. I practically ignored Patrick and made him feel invisible. “Tony?” Marcus called my name in an angry tone. It was just my name that was menti

Susan's POV The clouds are getting darker than I expected. It wasn't like this when I first walked in. I had to shut the windows to stop the breeze from penetrating my room. It's just a matter of time before it starts raining heavily. Should that happen, it might ruin my chances of going home first thing in the morning. I'm not a coffee drinker, but I lost sleep trying to cope with the chaos in my life.My life is starting to look like a movie. If it were on Netflix, it'd be the most-streamed series ever recorded in history. The question I kept asking myself is, “How did I find myself in this mess?”One minute, it looked like I had Ethan to myself when he divorced Maria.Leaving her for me was the highlight of my life in recent times. I had finally won the heart of the only man I have ever loved. Ethan was literally my trophy trap. Then out of the blue, Maria shows up with some damn kids to reopen the can of worms. Her return is about to ruin everything I've ever worked so har

Susan's POV I'm waiting for Paul to apologize for attempting to force himself on me, and he hasn't said anything yet. It's my fault for expecting an apology from a man who has nothing to offer. I might as well wait for eternity for that to happen. I looked closely into his eyes and all I saw was a man with a clear intention. He's void of remorse. This is definitely a calculated move. I never could imagine that Paul could be capable of such atrocious things. I once compared him to Ethan. I wish I had met him before Ethan. Here I was thinking that Ethan is worse than the devil. I had no idea that I had been dining with the devil all along. Now I understand why he was reluctant to let me go home. He didn't stop insisting that I should spend the night at his flat. Even when Ethan came looking for me, he protected me with his life. “Paul, what the heck are you doing in my room?” I finally let out a voice since Paul is refusing to speak. “I don't recall inviting you over.

Susan's POV I've been stuck on this lonely road for God knows how long, and I still haven't found a cab heading home. Everything is just working against me lately. This road is notorious for being very busy on days like this. But today, it's empty and quiet like a cemetery. It's as though Paul paid all the cab drivers to frustrate my life this morning. I can't stop glancing through every corner of the street to keep myself safe. I've heard crazy stories about this particular road in the past. Just a couple of days ago, it was reported that a lady was robbed at gunpoint. And when she tried to fight back, she was forcefully raped and shot in the head. Before that unfortunate incident, some cab drivers repeatedly filed a report to the state police command about how suspected highway robbers had hijacked their cabs. I guess that caused the scarcity of cab drivers on the road. I'm scared that I am about to suffer the same fate. Perhaps, worse than the rape victim. Ever