SARAH'S POV:Barr Lawn enveloped me in a strong and comforting embrace, his steady arms providing a sense of security as I struggled to regain my composure. In that moment, his unwavering support was the only thing anchoring me as I grappled with the overwhelming reality of the situation.As I began to regain my composure, I retrieved my phone from Barr Lawn and made another attempt to dial the number. Despite my efforts, the line remained unresponsive, intensifying my feelings of frustration and fear. "What should we do next?" I inquired, barely audible, as I struggled to control my emotions."We must contact the police as soon as possible. It's crucial that we provide them with a thorough explanation of the situation so they are fully aware of what's going on," Barr Lawn stated firmly."Can we count on the tracker?" I inquired eagerly, a glimmer of hope shining in my eyes."I will immediately instruct our tracker to pinpoint the location," Barr Lawn reassured me. "Rest assured, he w
MARK'S POV: The sound of the heavy, steel cell door reverberated throughout the dimly lit hallway, sending a shiver down my spine. As the guard stepped to the side, granting me passage into the corridor, I couldn't help but take a deep, steadying breath. My heart raced with a tumultuous mix of emotions—relief at finally being released, and anxiety about the uncertain road ahead. I owed it all to Paul. Against all odds, he had managed to find a dedicated attorney who was willing to take on my case. And now, as I stepped out into the unfamiliar freedom beyond those prison walls, a sense of gratitude and disbelief washed over me. I was finally free. My mind was already racing ahead to the task at hand—finding Jennie and Joe and uncovering their connection to my daughter Mabel's disappearance. It felt like freedom was a relative term, and I was determined to follow every lead to bring Mabel back home. As I stepped out of the police station, I could feel the cold wind cutting through
MARK'S POV:As the moon cast its faint glow over the landscape, I carefully made my way toward the imposing mansion, taking care to stay concealed and unnoticed. With each step, I could feel the chill of the night air seeping into my bones. Upon reaching the perimeter wall, I gingerly hoisted myself over, feeling the rough texture of the stone against my palm as I lowered myself into the silent courtyard. The mansion stood before me, a silent sentinel steeped in mystery and menace. I swiftly navigated through the darkness, sticking to the shelter of the shadows as I approached a side entrance. Though the door was firmly secured, I managed to overcome the obstacle with unsteady hands, the subtle sound of the lock giving way adding to the tension of the moment.Inside, the mansion was eerily quiet. I navigated the labyrinthine hallways, my senses on high alert. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant murmur set my nerves on edge. I made my way to the basement, where I hoped they
SARAH'S POV:As I sat comfortably on the couch in my sitting room, I was completely engrossed in the program being shown on the television. The show was really interesting and I was thoroughly enjoying it. However, all of a sudden, I started experiencing a sharp pain in my stomach. It was completely unexpected and took me by surprise. The pain was so intense that it made me feel quite uncomfortable and uneasy. I couldn't understand what was causing it and I started to worry.The pain was persistent and did not seem to subside despite the changes I made in my breathing. As I have not experienced anything like this before. I suddenly started bleeding. I felt helpless, not knowing what was happening to me. I screamed for help, hoping someone would hear me and come to my rescue. Despite calling out several times, it seemed that nobody could hear me. The sound of my voice was the only response I got.I began to feel weak and dizzy. I know I needed help urgently. When I thought I couldn'
SARAH'S POV:The response was devastating - Overwhelmed with anger and sadness, I couldn't control my emotions and began to cry, and the doctor came to comfort me.It's been hard for me to accept the fact that my baby could have been saved. He was my hope and everything- my reason for living. And now I am left to wonder. I keep thinking about how my daughter, Mabel, will react after having hoped for a brother. The thought of having to tell her that her brother is no more brings tears to my eyes. There are so many questions going through my mind, and it's hard to find answers to any of them. All I know is that I miss my baby, and I wish I could have done something to save him."I am leaving the hospital and heading home now,". I told the doctor who was standing facing me. As I tried to pull out the IV drip and blood transfusion connected to my body, the doctor stopped me, "You cannot remove those on your own," he warned. "If you want to be discharged, I will have to do it for you."
SARAH'S POVThen I ran up to Jennie and punched her square in the face! Ahh! Jennie shrieks in pain, clutching her nose."You stupid b*tch! You will never get what you want". But I don't stop punching Jennie, I don't know where the strength is coming from.“Mark, help me!” Jennie begged my husband for help and Mark, who until now was immobile and in shock to see me in this wild state, came to me. He puts himself between her and me, protecting her. Letting me know that he is on her side and that he cares for her, not me.“Don't you f*cking dare to touch her…. Or I will throw you in a punishment cell until I think of what to do with you, Sarah”.“What do you mean? You are the one who will be thrown in a punishment cell for believing this b*tch instead of me, so f*ck you two?" I then walked out of the room bagging the door.As I stepped outside, I walked down to the swimming pool, and as I stood there with tears rolling down my cheeks and a look of frustration on my face, I couldn't help
MARK POV;"Let's get rid of this wench," Jennie said to me with a look of bitterness on her face, referring to Sarah, who had just left the room. I could sense the hatred in her tone and I knew she had some sort of grudge against Sarah.“Do you have any plans for it?”I asked her as I was curious to know what plans she had in mind. It was clear that Jennie had a personal vendetta against Sarah. However, to me, Sarah is someone who not only belonged to a lower class but also someone who couldn't fit my kind of personality. Therefore, I was willing to do whatever it took to get Sarah out of my life, and I could tell that Jennie was determined to see this through, and I was ready to help her in any way I could."I had come up with a plan with a doctor to modify Sarah's medication," Jennie mentioned to me. Sarah had just been discharged from the hospital and was prescribed some medication by the doctor, which she will be taking regularly. "However, we will get Sarah's drugs changed to
Mark POV:As soon as I arrived at my office, I was taken aback by the large crowd that had gathered outside. It was quite chaotic and disruptive. Among them, I spotted Dave in the distance, who hurried over to me to explain the situation. It turned out that the source of the commotion was one of my clients, who had come to protest against the high fees I had charged her. This particular client was a woman whose son was involved in a legal case that I had been handling for her.Unfortunately, she was having trouble paying the amount of money that I had charged her for my services. It was not uncommon for us to charge high fees for complex cases, and it seemed that this was one of them. At our law firm, we often charge steep prices depending on the complexity and severity of the case at hand. Despite my client's discontent, I knew that I had provided her with the best legal representation possible and that the fees I had charged were fair and reasonable given the circumstances."I need