Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Sara. The name glowed on the screen, my finger paused. Taking a call right now feels like a crime on its own. But I needed her badly at this moment. She had no idea the mess I had made in just a few weeks. I swiped my hand through anyway, Maria sighed, and walked into the kitchen. Mr. Richard walked out, phone pressed to his ear.“Hi Sammy… How are you? And how fast is little Sammy growing?” She giggled at the other end.I paused. A small dry smile crept to my face, for a moment I had forgotten Sara was on the phone, I had seen the father of my child today. And it was really amazing to see he still had that spark in his eyes for me.My mind drifted to the moment he eased the situation for me, he had made them understand that I wasn't the only suspect here, that had somehow shifted the energy. “Sam, are you there? Hello…” Sara's voice lingered, snapping me back to reality. I scratched my scalp with a finger as my voice rose. Sweet Lord! How could I be lost in thought in such a criti

Adam's apple bobbed instead. I could say his eyes softened at this point, gaze never left my face.My right hand lifted slowly, as if it belonged to someone else, too heavy. I pressed the tip to the paper, scribbled the first sentence, my eyes moistened, my body shook instantly. It was hard knowing I was actually writing this to state what happened to Victoria, my boss, Victoria Langford. The fact that I was being accused of her murder, or disappearance didn't even hurt as much knowing she was missing, or worst case scenario, dead.Tears blurred my vision, I shut my eyes to pull them back, her face flashed in my mind, when she stood before me, the pain that sat in her eyes as I told her Marcus was behind the R.kline project. I shook my head, a hot drop of tears left my eye, and crashed onto the white paper.“Ms. Harper… We do not have a stack of white papers packed somewhere,” Alex purred while he relaxed further into the seat. “That's if you have plans of soaking this one up in tea

I sat across from her, soft familiar fragrance drifting into my nostrils. Her hands shook non-stop against the metal desk. She had grown feeble, a part of me wanted to pull her closer so her head rested against my chest. That would calm the storm waging war in my heart. But each time my eyes darted, I was reminded of the extra eye on us, the CCTV camera. the red light glinting nonstop. How did she get herself into all these in just a few weeks? Then I pulled a white paper, slid it across the desk to her, my gaze fixed on her still. It was hard to believe that she was sitting right in my face yet I couldn’t do or say anything. I had wanted to see her. I had searched for her. My heart had broken the day she disappeared from before the gold shop, I thought I already had her. The memories of that night still clung deep in my heart, and every other hidden part of me. I remembered visiting that clubhouse every night throughout that week and the next, just maybe she would show up,

Finger flicked tapping on the recorded note, then it played. My voice questioning Maria, then her voice cutting me off, but then it ended, that was where it stopped.Oh! No. The recording barely had anything incriminating. It had stopped halfway. A notification had stopped the recording. My bones creaked under me. Head banged at once. Maria did say enough to get her questioned, but now they were all gone, they were only for my ears now.I crashed to the floor. Head leaning against the bed, sweat formed on my forehead. The only means I had hadn't worked. The stupid notification sat there, useless. I gulped hard. Luck was not on my side. I wonder when it ever was. My eyes landed on my thick leather bag that sat on the dresser, I hadn't touched it ever since I dropped it there days ago. Then I remembered the diary. Victoria's diary, the one I had taken from her cabinet at the office.I swallowed hard. It wouldn't hold anything really important to this case. It was an old, abandoned diar

I walked back to the window, pulled it apart. Wide enough to see if the neighbors had gone inside. The gray sedan I had hired stared back, right in front of the old house.Everything replayed in my mind as I stood there for a minute. Maria had stood in this same room yesterday when she brought food.Her fingers twisted nervously together while she spoke.“I could come with you,” she had said softly.Her eyes had searched my face like she expected me to smile. Like she expected something else. I almost laughed at the memory.Come with me? How could she have taken me seriously? That had never been the plan. She was just useful, nothing more, just a tool when I needed one.And tools stayed behind once the job was finished. She didn’t know it yet, she didn’t need to know. I had asked that she bring the passport to me, at least that would have given me the last chance of pinning her against this dusty wall and banging the hell out of her pussy, just like I did yesterday.I guess it's the