There was no way that Lila thought of this that made sense to her; how could Gavin think to marry another woman after he put her in jail? She served the time she did not deserve, and even though she came out after three years instead of seven for being a model inmate, the scar was now on her for life.
"Maybe this Evangeline is crazy and does not know what she is saying; Gavin is going to show up with a perfectly good explanation for everything," she murmured as she paced the living room.
She would have gone in but she wanted to see Gavin as soon as he came in. There was no way she was trying to miss him. She had hoped to come home to a warm, nice shower and good beds where she could lie down, but now she had to stay seated until he came in.
"Lila?" Gavin's voice was too shocked. He must have received the circular stating that she was coming out today, so why was he so shocked?
"Gavin," she stood up so happy to finally see him in flesh and blood after all this time.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Uh, that is not the tone of someone happy to see someone else. Or are you not happy to see me?" she narrowed her eyes.
"Of course, I am happy to see you. What nonsense are you going on about?" he asked, walking to her.
"Oh my god, I am happy to see you as well," she said, walking to him just so she could shorten the gap between them. She hugged him tightly and then let go after some time.
"But what are you doing here? You do not get out for another four years," he said, taking a step back so he could look at her face very well. Her cheeks were sunken as if someone had sucked them out. She looked like a hollow of herself.
"Did you not get the circular?" she asked, and he shook his head. "Huh, that is strange. I am sure I had it sent to your office," she said, scratching her chin before adding in the most excited vice ever. "I was let out early for being a model citizen."
"Oh wow, that is so great; I am happy for you," he said, clapping his hand.
"I am happy as well; I worked hard just to achieve this and be reunited with you faster."
"Oh, you did?" Gavin's voice was strained.
"Yes, I did." Lila closed her eyes, and then they shot open because, for a moment, she had forgotten about the encounter she had earlier that day. "So I met Evangeline Holt."
"I see you met her already." Gavin let out a snort.
"I did, and guess the crazy thing? She called herself your wife, but I was thinking, Hey, that is impossible because the deal was that I go to prison for you, and then we get married when I am out."
"Yeah, but in seven years."
"But I am out now, now, seven years? What difference does it make?" she said, clapping happily.
"Things changed while you were in there."
"Of course things have to change. I would be a fool to expect that they remain the same," Lila said. It was only common sense to know that three years was a long enough time for many things to change.
"Okay, so you understand that Evangeline is my wife now?"
"No," Lila shook her head because, out of all the things she had heard, that was the most riddled of them all.
"See, while you were in jail, I had an offer to expand, and the investor wanted someone with a stable family, so I had to marry her," Gavin began. Lila nodded because she understood. It made complete sense. She was not unfamiliar with the way the things of this world played out. The investor was looking for stability, and he had to get married to gain stability; there was no way he could have married her while she was in prison.
"Of course, I understand that, but now that I am out, you would divorce her and marry me as planned, right?" She asked because even though she fully understood him, she might lose her mind from thinking of them all.
"It is true that I married her because of the investment, but along the line, I fell for her," Gavin said. Lila nodded. Evangeline was a very beautiful woman; she understood that any man would fall for her beauty.
"What do we love each other for?" Lila said in a slow, gentle voice.
"That was in the past," Lila felt tears drop down her face. She even wondered why she expected anything from Gavin; he was a total douchebag and for no reason at all.
"So what about me? I went to jail for you," she said, and he nodded.
"I know that, but on the bright side, you got out early, so..."
"Gavin, I have evidence, and I would go to the police with it and have you arrested," she said. Before she went in, she had the urge to copy the dashcam footage before he erased it, and she was now glad that she did that. Did he dare to betray her? “Gavin, I am going to report to the police that you were the one behind the wheels that night.”
"I would not do that if I were you if you want to see your child ever again. If you dare that, then you can kiss your son bye," he said, straightening his back. The way the words rolled off his tongue, you could tell he had thought this through before. This was his plan and he seemed to be doing it pretty well.
"Are you blackmailing me with my son?"
"Well, what other method can I use? I love Evangeline and I can not divorce her, I also can not go to jail"
"Using your child is just sick How could you?"
"Get lost and you will be reunited with your child soon."
"Boss, that woman is out of prison." Damien looked up from his table and took his glasses off his face. "She is out?" his voice came out rough. He cleared his throat and his assistant nodded his head."Yes, she is out." "But she was given seven years, and she has only spent three," Damien said, and the boy in front of him nodded. "She got out for good behaviour and being a model inmate," Gray explained. "Are you telling me that our system is so fucked up that they let a murderer leave because she acted like she was sorry?" Damien asked, slamming his fist to the table. "She was not even given the maximum punishment, and she was still let out early?" he was shaking furiously in his seat. Gray stood there anticipating whatever requests or orders he might want to give him. "What should I do?" Gray asked when Damien did not say anything but sat there in silence, probably thinking about his wife-to-be, who was killed by this woman who was now freely roaming the streets."I wanted her c
"What have you got on her?" Damien asked Gray, who was standing at his table side. It had just been twenty-four years since he got the news about Lila's release and he had told his assistant to get information on her. He knew that the best way to bring her down was to first get closer to her and then bring her down one way or the other. He had to make her suffer for taking a life; it should not be that easy for a murderer to get free from jail."Basic information and current information""Tell me," Damien gestured, leaning into his seat and taking off his glasses. "Lila Carson, the only daughter and heir to the Carson empire, left home when her father died when she was eighteen years old. She got into a relationship with Gavin Holt; the car that was being driven by Lila that night belonged to Gavin. Gavin is now married to one supermodel, Evangeline Mark." "What is her relationship with her family?" "She is closer to her brother than she is to her mother. Her mother is barely in th
"It makes no sense that you suddenly do not want to get married; we had agreed that we were going to have a wedding this year," Lila said as they drove out the party. "And the year is not even yet half done, so I do not know what the rush is about," Gavin said, rolling his eyes. They were just leaving the reception for a wedding. Gavin knew that Lila always got like this whenever they attended another wedding. She would calm down in a few hours; at least by the time they got home, she would be better. "Half the year? You haven't even asked me to be your wife yet," she scoffed as she crossed her hand over the seat belt. She hated having this conversation with him more than anything, and yet they had it at least once a month. He was constantly getting invited to weddings, and as if he were just trying his best to torture her, he took her to every single one of them, and in each one someone always asked her when she was getting married. She had been together with Gavin for six years
THREE YEARS LATERLila looked up at the sky; she had not seen the wall out of the prison in three years; it felt like a whole new world out here. She was expecting that Gavin would come today but no luck. He frequently visited her during the first six months of her being here, but shortly after that, he suddenly disappeared, claiming that he was expanding and could not be there again. Her only hope of seeing him was through the images on the television screen once in a very long while. "Helen's estate," she said to the cab driver as she entered the cab. As the cab moved down the road, she could vividly remember that day three years ago when she stood before the judge. He had sentenced her to seven years in prison because she was unable to pay the fine, not because she did not have it but because both her husband-to-be and her brother refused to bail her out. "You are foolish," her brother proudly said to her face. He knew very well that Lila was afraid to drive at night and would m