All Chapters of ONE NIGHT STAND BETWEEN BEST FRIENDS : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Salma“I have never said that he…” “Is it true that you conspired with the reporter to destroy your father’s public image?” “No,” I was so confused. Where were all these questions coming from? “These are pictures of you and John a few days before…” “All these pictures prove nothing, detective,” Daphne stepped in, “if you have no real evidence…” Baron held up his hand to stop Daphne from saying more. “We have a record of that conversation.” Daphne and I exchanged glances. “That was a private conversation, detective,” Daphne said, “obtaining evidence illegally is still a crime…” “It was not obtained illegally,” Baron said, “a kindhearted citizen who happened to have been beside you and was making a vlog for their channel happened to have recorded the conversation. When they saw Senator Schuamer being falsely accused of kidnapping, their good conscience would not let them rest easy so they sent the tape to us.” “That is a little bit convenient, don’t you think?” Daphne cut in.

BrandonI hated how the hospital's surroundings had become familiar to me. Even the roads leading up to the hospital were so familiar that I felt I could drive to the hospital with my eyes closed. I could not wait for the time when I would be able to take my daughter home or at least to my parent’s house. I parked my car in its usual spot and stepped out, unsuspecting of the reporter waiting for me to step out of the car. At first, I assumed he was a beggar seeking money from his scrawny frame and rumpled clothes, but when he opened his mouth to speak I realised he was not. “I am Dan Taylor from Digital News and I was wondering if you could spare me a minute of your time,” he said, extending his hand to give me his card. I gave the card a glance and looked at Dan’s face with skepticism, “If this is about Dr. Gascon…” “Please sir, it would only take a moment.” Dan had effectively cornered me so there was nowhere I could go. I sighed and waved my hands, signalling him to say what h

Brandon “What?” I looked at Elaine expecting her to discredit what Ariel had just said but she would not meet my eyes. “You’re telling me that she got to know the sex of my baby before I did?” I demanded from her, my tone harsh. “She’s my best friend,” Elaine protested. “Then you and your best friend can parent the child,” I was speaking from a place of anger, “when your water breaks make sure you fucking call her and not me, do you understand?” I walked away from them afterwards, skipping my daughter's room because I was too upset to look at her without making her worry. I left the hospital and sat in my car for a couple of minutes, hoping my anger would dissipate. But the more I sat there, the angrier I got. And the angrier I got, the more convinced I became that I needed to talk to Salma. This was not the first time she had done something like this to me. Ariel's words and the audio she had made me listen to, took me years back. It took me back to the night, almost six years

Salma “How did you know they didn't read me my rights?” I asked Daphne as I strapped the seatbelt in the front seat beside her. “When I spoke to Brandon when he called me to report that you had been arrested it was the first question I asked him,” she replied, “Salma, I'm worried.” I looked right ahead without saying a word. “It was an unlawful arrest they made without verifying the facts so I was able to get you out, but if it's true…” I turned my head sharply to face her, “If it's true? You don't believe me?” “I do but that was pretty…” I cut her off, “It's not true. The evidence they have was doctored. I have never conspired with John to fake a kidnapping. I have a sick child for goodness sake. Why would I do something so stupid?” Daphne sighed. “Fine. “ I believe you, but no one does,” she replied. “Public sentiment right now is against you and John.” Some people are calling for your licence to be revoked.” “My license?” “Yes,” she replied, “and they want you fired from

BrandonI was sitting in the driveway of the precinct when I got the call that Salma was in the hospital. “What happened?” I asked. I was not happy that John had called me to inform me of this. It only confirmed what everyone had been saying so far. The two of them were clearly having an affair and they both thought that they could play me. “She suddenly fainted,” John said, his voice filled with worry, “you should come to Baylor Hospital.” I hated John’s voice. I hated the lies, the pretense, the deceit. I wanted to tear apart his voice box enclosed in his throat so that I would never have to hear it again. “Okay,” was all I said as I heard the phone click. I dropped my phone on the empty seat by my side and drove my fist into the steering wheel. I had not even known that she had been released and yet… Yet, John had known before me, and she had fainted in his presence? How long were they going to keep up with the lies? Still, I found myself pulling out of the driveway and dri