All Chapters of She Came Back to Burn: The Return of the Amnesiac Wife.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~Lucien~I had a bad feeling about tonight. Something was bound to happen, but Arya couldn’t care less. She had a strange gleam in her eyes all evening. Right from the minute that lab director warned us about the poison Linna had in her position, Arya started acting weirdly. She didn’t want to get Lina arrested. No matter how much I tried to convince her, her mind was made up about that. I stared at the phone on a stool in front of me, patiently waiting for her to pick up my call.When she did, her voice was trembling. “Lucien…” she drawled. I snatched the phone and placed it against my ear, paranoia brewing in my gut.“What happened?” What did they do to her? Why didn’t she listen to me when I insisted that she stay away from that house in the meantime.“I think I killed someone."I sprang to my feet and scanned my surroundings from my car keys as Arya’s breath hitched.“Where are you?”“Home,” she replied, her breathing erratic. “I don’t know what I did, Lucien."“Is anyone around

~Arya~I spent the night in Regina’s home. Lucieen drove me all the way there, his brows knitted tightly in concentration throughout the drive. As soon as the car pulled to a stop in her garage, she threw a blanket over me and linked my arm with hers.“Lucien told me everything,” she said later, when I had settled on. I was curled up on the couch, cup of coffee in hand. She sat across me, hunched forward, her face flooded with worry. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”How much did he tell her? About the poison? Lina’s scheming? The fake amnesia? I needed answers. My fingers curled around the warm coffee cup. I raised it to my lips, my head dipped.“Your uncle isn’t around today. He went on an emergency business trip earlier.” My uncle, Lucien's father. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Hearing her call him that reminded me of the perfect life I used to have, when all I worried about was playing with my friends and stuffing my mouth with candy. Where did that joyful little

~Arya~The door burst open almost immediately. Edgar stalked in, his eyes sparkling with anger. He wrapped a strong hand around my neck and pushed me down to the table, hovering over me.“Mr Sinclair. We have good reason to believe that your wife is responsible for the poisoning of your mistress. We still have to investigate, but I'm pretty sure nothing much will come out of our investigation to vindicate her.”He walked out, leaving Edgar and I alone. I didn’t wait for him to cut off my airflow before I defended myself. I gave him a hard kick in his groin, causing him to tumble backwards. “I can't believe I have to consider taking self defense classes because of my husband,” I mouthed, spreading my palm over my forehead. Edgar curled up in a ball on the floor, clutching his crotch.“Wh…wheree the hell did you learn that, Arya?” he stuttered, wincing.Pressing my lips into a thin line, I slammed my toes on his torso, right in his stomach. A loud groan ripped past his throat.“Don’t

~Arya~They had been putting on an act in front of Lucien and I. I hesitated in front of the door, pressing my ears against it. For a full minute, no one said anything, until Pamela spoke up.“Why are you two so quiet.”“Sssh,” Lina hushed her. “We’re trying to be sure that Arya is gone?”Lucien watched me without a word. When they were certain that I was out of earshot, they started conversing.“Lina, what on earth did you do?”Lina sniffled. “Don’t try to attack me now. I did what I thought was right.”“You tried to kill her.”“So? Was I supposed to sit back and let her take my baby from me?”“Where’s the baby now? Haven’t you lost it? What the hell were you thinking, Lina?”Silence followed. My brows pulled together. Lucien and I exchanged glances, and I could tell what he was thinking perfectly. “They are talking about this with Pamela in their midst,” he mouthed. “Is she in on it?”My heart raced. I told myself that she wasn’t. That there was a good explanation for this. There w

~Arya~“Clara,” I spoke into the phone as we trudged through the lobby of the hospital. “Call for a press conference. I want to address the public.”Clara let out a dramatic exhale. “Mrs Sinclair, are you okay? I didn’t know if you’d like me to call you. I’ve seen everything in the news. Are you fine? I’m so sorry that you’re going through so much, Mrs Sinclair.”I smiled. Clara was way too kind. A pretty woman who was good at her job and had a good heart. She never made me regret making her my personal assistant.”“I’m great, Clara. It’s nothing I can't handle. Send an invitation to all the media companies you can think of. I want a lot of cameras at my press conference.”“As you wish, Miss Sinclair. I’ll do as you instruct.”I ended the call and slid the phone into my bag, trailing behind Lucien as he led me to his car. I was fuming. My blood boiled. Cassie had no intention to tell people the truth. It left me with no choice but to stand up for myself.I thought I could get through