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Emmanuella’s POVMany of you would call me desperate, obsessed, and throw all sorts of insults at me. But I don’t care. You’re not in my shoes, and you don’t understand how broken I was. So think whatever you want—it’s your own business.When Gabriel asked me what I was doing here, I smirked at him. If he knew the real reason I came, he wouldn’t be asking questions. He’d be running for his life, trying to escape the mess I was about to create.Or did he think I was a fool? Did he think I didn’t see everything that happened?When he left the house after I begged him to make love to me—didn’t they say that love rekindles a fading relationship? He could have just done that. Maybe it would have saved our marriage, maybe it would have helped us move past this stage. He could have seen that there was nothing Rebecca could give him that I couldn’t.But no, he chose her. I wasn’t enough.I’ve been following him since last night. I knew he stayed at a hotel, I knew he ordered a new phone, and I
Gabriel’s POVEmmanuella’s words hit me harder than anything I had ever imagined. I couldn’t believe it—she knew everything. All along, she had known. But she never let on, not once. I was in shock.This was something I did in secret, something I thought no one would ever find out about. Not even Rebecca knew what had happened. But Emmanuella did? How?“How... how did you find out?” I stammered, but she didn’t answer my question. Instead, she smirked, a look that told me if I made one wrong move, I was in for a world of pain.Her silence was more unsettling than any answer could have been. The weight of what she knew threatened to crush me. If she exposed me—if she told anyone about my involvement in the accident—my life as I knew it would
Rebecca’s POVOne thing Gabriel didn’t know was that when I left the lounge, I didn’t leave completely. I was in my car, which my chauffeur had driven a distance away. With a microscope, I could see everything that was happening.Not only was I seeing what was going on, but I could also hear everything, thanks to the hearing aid attached to the microscope.And with everything I heard, I couldn’t help but smirk. Who would have thought that Emmanuella knew about the secret but had kept quiet about it all this time? Smart move! Now she was using it to control Gabriel, making sure he would never see me or talk to me again. This was a game changer, one I didn’t see coming. Nevertheless, it was a good change, and it was only a call for me to step up my game.“Hey, Natasha,” I said into the earbud in my ear. Immediately, I heard her voice reply.“I see everything that’s happening, Rebecca,” Natasha said. I wasn’t surprised. She was a skilled hacker, and I knew she had access to every CCTV c
Rebecca’s POVBefore closing my eyes for sleep, a playful, almost reckless idea crossed my mind. I picked up my phone, dialing Gabriel’s number—not because I expected an answer, but to confirm what I already suspected. I wanted to see if, despite Emmanuella's threat, he had left any avenue open for me to reach him.“The number you are trying to reach is not reachable,” the automated voice informed me. Twice, I heard the same message, cold and impersonal, sealing the reality I already knew.A low, bitter laugh escaped my lips. Not that I was surprised. Of course, Gabriel had blocked me. Calls, texts—shut down. I let the phone fall onto the silk sheets beside me, a smirk spreading across my face as my mind raced. He was so terrified of Emmanuella’s threat that he would go to such lengths just to keep her silence. Pathetic.But there was something I couldn’t shake. If he was capable of driving his car straight at me, aiming to silence me forever, what held him back from dealing with Emman
Rebecca’s POVInside the yacht, I noticed the bodyguard didn’t follow us into the room. He simply helped his boss close the door behind us and stationed himself outside, ready to protect Lorenzo from any threat. Once the door shut, Lorenzo laughed, his eyes glinting with a smug sense of control. He gestured toward the bed—a grand, almost throne-like spread with silk sheets and red rose petals scattered across it. The arrangement was meticulous, like he’d planned every detail. The confidence in his smile made it clear he expected this to go his way. With a sly smile, I moved to the bed, carefully sitting on the edge. The position wasn’t just casual—it was deliberate. From here, I could watch him closely, prepared to turn this game in my favor if he dared to make the wrong move.He glanced at me, then smirked, clearly pleased with himself. His voice was thickly accented as he commanded in his poor English. “Become naked.”The audacity. I let out a sharp, mocking laugh, meeting his ga
Gabriel’s POVToday was the day I was meeting with the tycoon businessman Lorenzo Fabrizio, a man whom I have been chasing for years to invest in my business. Luckily for me, just at the delicate time when my business was suddenly going down the slope, my appointment with him was approved, and today was that day.Nevertheless, I was the unhappy soul amidst all of the things going on in my life. Business was not moving well, and Emmanuella was also a thorn in my flesh to the extent that she even knew my darkest secret.I wished she hadn’t known this. I wouldn’t have blocked Rebecca on all socials just to make sure she didn’t expose me.Honestly, I wouldn’t lie that sometimes it crossed my mind to take the bull by the horn, give it a try to hit and run at her, or to tackle this problem head-on in another sort of way. But I knew she’d be extra careful with me now.Each of my steps, she’d be four steps ahead, and there was nothing I could do until I saw her make a mistake. Then, I could s
Gabriel’s POVAfter Lorenzo left me at the restaurant, I didn’t get up right away. I just sat there, staring blankly at the table, replaying his words over and over in my mind.“Who could I have offended?”One name rose unbidden from the depths of my thoughts—Emmanuella. She was the only one who made sense. Our recent days together had felt like walking through fire. Her trust in me had burned away, piece by painful piece, and she’d taken drastic steps to counter my motive of leaving her and make me a prisoner in our marriage.Was this her way of getting back at me?Even so, we’re still married. If I don’t secure this investment, it will impact us both. Could she really be that indifferent? Or maybe she had money stashed away somewhere and wasn’t the least bit worried about my struggles?“Would you like anything, sir?” A waiter’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. I looked up at her, jolted back to reality. I knew the unspoken rules—if I wanted to linger here, even just a few m
Gabriel’s POVWhile headed home, I tried to steady my thoughts. Frustration gnawed at me, but one thing was clear—I couldn’t risk showing up without the bag her ladyship at home demanded.I turned into a fashion store, the bright lights doing nothing to ease the weight pressing on my chest like a boulder chained to my soul, dragging me deeper into the abyss of my own despair.“Can I help you?” the salesperson asked, their smile overly practiced.“I need a designer bag,” I replied curtly.“This one costs 10 grand, sir,” they said, holding up a sleek, branded piece.My stomach churned. Ten thousand dollars—for a bag. I’d already scoured the entire store, and this was the cheapest option that fit the profile. There was no escaping it.“I’ll take it,” I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth.“Okay, sir. Please hold on while we pack it for you.”Less than a minute later, the bag was handed to me, encased in luxury wrapping. The guilt didn’t wait—it hit as I stepped out of the store. T
Rebecca’s POVCassian was a man I met back in college. He was the top boy whom all the ladies on campus wanted back then—except me, because, of course, I was with Gabriel. He was fucking handsome, and girls flocked around him every now and then, wanting to be his girl. But how ironic—he didn’t want any of them. He only wanted me.We weren’t in the same department back then, but that didn’t stop him. He would come from his department, which was the Department of Project Management, just to watch us and stare at me from a distance. It was something I noticed often, but I never truly acknowledged it until he finally expressed his feelings for me.Back then, I loved Gabriel too much to even consider anyone else. When Cassian confessed, I told him I was with someone else and that it couldn’t work between us. And being a man who valued his self-respect, he backed off. He stopped talking to me ever since, merely waving from afar anytime we crossed paths.At first, I felt offended by his sudd
Rebecca’s POVIt’s been three months since Micah’s sentencing, yet the pain still feels fresh, as if the verdict was just announced yesterday. The weight of his absence lingers in my mind, a constant reminder of the ordeal.Michel has also been struggling with PTSD. Anytime she is in the kitchen and hears one of the male employees enter—whether to pick something up or deliver a message—she immediately tenses. Her first reaction is always to grab a knife, pointing it instinctively at whoever stands before her.No one blames her. We all understand that healing takes time. According to the doctor, this is the moment when she needs the most support, and I’m determined to be there for her every step of the way.Despite everything, life moves forward. This morning, I decided to arrive at my first lecture early, feeling a sense of renewal as I embarked on this next chapter.A month ago, I applied to further my studies. I realized that returning to school would not only help me heal but also
Micah’s POVWhen Attorney Langford was asked if he had evidence to support his claims, my heart raced even further.Attorney Langford was actually making a lot of sense, enough to prompt the judge into giving me a lesser punishment. But now that she had asked for evidence? I knew Attorney Langford was all mouth and no proof, yet he should have known that words alone wouldn’t work in court—especially not in the Supreme Court of Mandena.I turned to look at Attorney Langford. At the mention of providing evidence, sweat broke out on his forehead. He was clearly trapped. Across from him, Attorney David smirked, and when I passed my gaze toward Rebecca, she smirked too. But she wasn’t even looking at me.It was evident that Attorney Langford had walked straight into a dead end on this case.“Huh… humm…” he stammered, attempting to form a response regarding the evidence.Right there, I dropped my gaze to the floor inside the dock. My hands were trembling now. I could practically see myself
Judge Hilar’s POV“Who is representing the defendant?” Judge Lisa asked as she took her seat. Just then, the courtroom door barged open, and Attorney Victor Langford stepped in.Every attorney in the city knew who Langford was. He was an opportunist attorney, the kind who seized cases others wouldn’t touch. No one hired him because they believed he was too young and inexperienced to handle or win any case. So, he made himself available for any defendant who had no legal representation.If he won, he would demand his payment later. But unfortunately, he was a lawyer who kept proving the public right. He had never won a case since he was called to the bar.My heart froze the moment I saw him enter the courtroom. If by “defendant” attorney, it meant he was the one who would represent me too, then Micah and I were doomed. My pulse quickened at the thought.“My name is Victor Langford, representing the defendant.” I watched as Langford rose to his feet and bowed to the judge, introducing
**Micah’s POV** It didn’t matter how long I waited for the head of the community service to arrive so that I could complete my service for the day and ensure I wouldn’t land in trouble with the government—he never came. Hours passed, yet there was no sign of him. Frustration gnawed at me, but knowing full well that I couldn’t leave the house, I stayed put and waited until the next morning, hoping for clarity. Morning arrived faster than I had anticipated, the sun barely peeking over the horizon when a sudden, resounding knock echoed through my home. My heart froze. The forceful banging sent a chill down my spine, instantly reminding me of the letter I had received the day before. Yesterday had been the 18th. Today was the 19th—the day I was supposed to appear before the Supreme Court of Manderin. My pulse quickened as my mind scrambled for a solution. **"How do I..."****BAM! BAM! BAM!** Another heavy knock jolted me out of my thoughts. Without wasting another second, I rushed to
Micah’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the office, the court officials grabbed me immediately, escorting me straight to the van before tossing me inside.Just as they were about to close the door, I caught sight of Judge Hilar stepping out of his office. He stood by the entrance, his gaze locked onto mine. His eyes were red and swollen as if he had been crying before coming outside.Even as the police vehicle took off, my eyes remained fixed on him until his figure faded into the distance.His words still haunted me, echoing in my mind as if he were standing right next to me, speaking them all over again.Two hours later, we arrived at my home—the same home I had abandoned when I left to be with Rebecca. The officers dragged me out of the van and led me inside. Without hesitation, they fastened a device to my leg, and the moment it snapped into place, a sharp beeping sound filled the air.I knew exactly what this device was. I had seen it in movies countless times—a tracking monitor
Rebecca’s POVWhen you are in a tight situation, never show it with the expression on your face. Never reveal it through the words from your mouth. You are noble, and you must remain calm and collected because when you take a step back and analyze the situation, the perfect solution will present itself. These were the words I repeated in my mind as I sat in that courtroom, steadying myself against the unexpected turn of events.The judgment of Judge Hilar shocked me to my very core. No one had seen this coming—not after Attorney David had meticulously laid out every single argument that should have guaranteed Micah a life sentence.“What?” I screamed in my heart, but I refused to let it escape my lips.I remained poised, my leg crossed over the other, my fingers gently rubbing against each other in a steady rhythm. With my free hand, I slid on my sunglasses, masking my emotions. The judgment had been passed, and we had lost. But this was not the end. It was merely the beginning of a n
Micah’s POVThe judge’s judgment was so shocking. I had not seen it coming.When he was pronouncing the judgment, he looked at me like he knew me. Like he was feeling my fright, and he decided to spare me when, ordinarily, he should have sentenced me to life imprisonment.The judgment didn’t sit right with a lot of people in this court. There was an uproar, and I saw how Judge Hilar ran inside his office at the back of the court. Even Attorney Deborah looked shocked.She thought I was going to end up in prison, but to see that I was only given a punishment of community service and therapy?She rose to her feet and walked toward me in the dock. “I don’t know what happened, but you sure are really lucky, Mr. Micah,” she said to me.Just as she said this, I didn’t take more time to look at her face.In the same manner, the court official brought me out of the court, and before they took me away, I looked at Rebecca, still at the last seat in the court.She was talking with Attorney David
Judge Hilar’s POVI sighed as I listened to Attorney David’s arguments. He had hit the nail on the head, leaving no room for a contrary opinion. Mr. Micah, without a doubt, should be sentenced to life in prison with every fiber of strength the law permits.However, as a judge, I could not allow emotions to dictate my judgment. The law was not based on sentiment but on logic and fairness. Even when all fingers pointed at Mr. Micah, my duty was to ensure that those fingers were justified before delivering a verdict. A mistake in judgment could cost an innocent person their future, and I could not allow that to happen under my watch.With this thought in mind, I looked up at the courtroom. "Thank you, Attorney David," I said first, acknowledging his argument.Then, I shifted my attention to the documents spread before me. These were files submitted to my desk by Attorney David and Attorney Deborah at the beginning of this argument via the bailiff. Each document contained crucial informat