All Chapters of BETRAYAL: The Day I Died.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Umm… yes, that’s what you told me,” I said, my voice softer than I meant it to be. It felt like my throat was closing in, every word scraping out as if I had swallowed sand.The officer across from me leaned forward, his dark eyes steady. “Did you do anything?”For a second, my world stopped. The words slammed into me like a heavy weight. My palms went clammy, and a sharp heat spread through my chest. My mind was on fire, every thought flashing at once. Could he see through me? Could he tell?Before I could even open my mouth, Benjamin’s voice cut through the silence. “Mind the kind of questions you ask, officer.” His tone was cold, controlled, but I saw the way his hand tightened around the armrest of the couch.The officer’s head turned slowly toward him. “It’s all part of the investigation, Mr. Grey.” His voice didn’t rise, but the firmness in it made the room feel smaller.I tried to sit still, but my heart was pounding so loudly I was sure it echoed in the room. My chest rose an

I lay on the bed with my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as if the cracks and faint lines above me could give me the answers I had been searching for. The house was quiet, too quiet, and yet my head wouldn’t stop buzzing.So much has changed since I came back. Sometimes I wondered if I had really been ready to return at all, or if I had only forced myself because of Daisy. Nothing felt steady anymore. Everything around me kept shaking, pulling me in different directions until I felt I might collapse.I thought about how Benjamin and I had been separated, how the DNA report had crushed us both, and how the years we lost still haunted me. And then the truth came out, that everything we went through had been a mistake, that we had suffered all that pain for nothing. For five years, I had carried a wound in my chest that never healed, only to find out it was built on a lie. Coming back to him was supposed to feel like relief, like being whole again. But instead, it felt like walkin

The past few days had been calm, almost too quiet.Benjamin and I have been closer, trying to understand each other and trying not to have arguments. Daisy laughed around him more, clinging to his arm when they sat together, asking him questions about everything and anything. They were bonding in a way I hadn’t thought possible, and though a part of me worried, another part of me felt a fragile sort of peace.We had agreed to tell Daisy the truth about him, about him being her father—but only when Lucy’s case was finally over. Until then, we lived inside a fragile bubble, pretending things were normal.When I once asked Benjamin how he planned to handle Lucy’s case, he simply said the police would drop it. His tone had been steady, confident. “They won’t find any evidence,” he told me, his fingers brushing mine across the table as if to ground me. “I’ll make them end it.”The only thing left was to find out who the anonymous messenger was.I tried not to think about it too much, but t

As soon as I stepped into the restaurant, warmth wrapped around me, mixed with the smell of roasted meat and coffee. My stomach churned. The noise of clinking glasses and quiet chatter sounded far away, like I was walking underwater.My eyes searched the room—and there he was.Mr. Blackwood sat close to the wide glass window at the edge of the row. His hands were folded on the table, his shoulders slightly hunched, his face turned toward the street as though he had been waiting a long time.The moment he noticed me, he stood quickly. His chair scraped against the floor.“Elizabeth,” he said, his voice low, careful.I froze where I was. My chest tightened, and for a second, I thought I couldn’t breathe. He looked older. Prison had stolen the strength from his frame, carved lines deeper into his face. His hair had thinned, more gray than black now.But it was still him—the man who had let his family tear me apart.My feet carried me forward, though every step felt heavy. I reached the t

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Grey,” one of the officers greeted, his tone formal but not harsh.Benjamin squeezed my hand once before letting go and stepping out of the car. I followed, though my legs felt unsteady, like they were not ready to hold me.The two officers stopped a few feet from us. Their uniforms looked stiff, their faces unreadable, and the afternoon air carried the faint crackle of tension.“Is there a problem?” Benjamin asked calmly, though I noticed his jaw tighten.The taller officer shook his head. “No problem. We are here regarding Lucy Blackwood’s case.”The sound of her name almost made me choke. My chest burned, and I had to lower my gaze so they wouldn’t see the flicker of panic in my eyes.Benjamin gave a small nod. “Go on.”The shorter officer stepped forward, a folder tucked under his arm. His voice carried a practiced weight, steady and rehearsed. “After five years of active investigation, with no solid leads and no progress, the Commissioner has decided t