บททั้งหมดของ Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

NICOLEMy hands are clasped in front of me as I listen to Roman and the detective talking by the door. I keep thinking back to the moment when I made eye contact with the faceless stalker. God, it makes me cold to the bone. The detective, a very kind and helpful man, took all the information we could give him. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. We couldn't see a face and we have no idea who it could be. I do have an idea, but it would be too crazy to utter, so I decided to keep my mouth shut and let the authorities handle it. Then again, there's a high chance their search won't amount to a thing. The only other time that I felt myself being watched was when I could've sworn I saw Dan staring at me in that nightclub Roman and I went to. He was gone in the blink of an eye, though, so I was sure I was imagining things. But could it be a coincidence that there's someone actually following us and I saw Dan the other night? I think it's a little too crazy. If Dan had somehow escaped, we w

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

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

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

ROMANJust when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, Laura comes to see me.I don't even bother asking her how the hell she knew I was here. I stare at her from the other side of the visitors room, and shake my head at her. "What're you doing here?"Laura smiles as she walks toward me. "I thought you'd need to see the face of a friend to feel better.""You're wrong about that. You're not a friend to me. You shouldn't be here."Laura pauses and pouts. I start toward the door and bang on it so the guards will let me out."Wait!" she says. "Don't you want to hear what I have to say?"I lose my patience completely. "I'm in jail, Laura! Is that fact registering to you at all? What could you possibly want to tell me at a time like this!?""Maybe how to get you out of this place, for starters?"I narrow my eyes. "And how would you do that?""Easy." She folds her arms. "I know who killed Sebastian Crowe."This captures my attention, but at the same time, makes me suspicious. Why would she