Anita’s vision blurred as she clutched James’ arm, her legs struggling to support her. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks—Charles hadn’t stayed overnight for work. He had left. But where? And why hadn’t he come home?Anna rushed to her friend’s side, her face etched with worry. “Anita, breathe. Don’t lose yourself like this.” She rubbed Anita’s back, trying to soothe her.Margaret, still adjusting her disheveled appearance, smirked from the corner of the room. “Maybe he just didn’t want to come home to you.”“Shut your mouth!” Anna snapped, her patience reaching its limit. “If you say another word, I’ll make sure you regret it.” Her eyes narrowed, warning Margaret to back off.James, who had been watching the situation unfold with a tight jaw, intervened. “Enough, Margaret.” His tone was cold and final, leaving no room for argument. “You will speak to Anita and her friend with respect.”Margaret’s mouth snapped shut, but the sneer on her face remained. James’ gaze softened a
“I don’t want your pity, James!” Anita cried, pulling away from him. She wiped her cheeks furiously, trying to regain her composure. “You don’t understand. This isn’t just some heartbreak. This is my entire life collapsing around me.”James looked taken aback, but his expression quickly softened. “I understand more than you think, Anita. I’ve seen how much you cared for him. This isn’t just about love; it’s about trust.”Margaret, still trembling in the corner, gathered herself, attempting to stand tall despite her injuries. “You think this is my fault?” she spat, her voice laced with venom. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Charles is a grown man. He made his choices. I didn’t twist his arm.”Anita turned to Margaret, her fury reignited. “You’re a snake. You think you’re so clever, playing the victim while you take my husband away from me? You had no right!”James stepped in again, his voice firm. “You’re fired, Margaret.”Margaret trembled as she heard those words. “Sir,
Anita and Anna made their way down the hallway in silence, the sound of their heels clicking against the polished floors. As they walked toward the exit, Anita’s mind raced with everything that had just happened. She felt conflicted. James’ unexpected kindness had stirred emotions she thought she had buried a long time ago.“Are you okay?” Anna asked softly, breaking the silence as they reached the outside.She stopped and turned to face her friend. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I feel like my life is spinning out of control. One moment I’m fighting to keep my marriage intact, and the next I’m sitting in the office of a man I thought I’d never see again.”Anna placed a comforting hand on her arm. “You don’t have to face this alone. We’ll figure out what Charles is up to, and whatever happens, you’ll come out stronger.”She nodded, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and sadness. “I just can’t believe I let things get this far. How could I have been so blind? Margaret… Charles… all
Damian paused, his eyes narrowing as he processed Elara’s plea. His instincts screamed for revenge, for swift and brutal justice. Yet, here was the woman he cared for, asking him to show mercy to the man who had caused her so much pain. It made no sense, and the conflict raged within him.“Elara, do you really think Charles will just admit everything and clear your name? He’s a snake. He’ll twist the truth until you’re buried in more lies,” Damian argued, his voice low but intense. He couldn’t fathom letting Charles walk away with anything less than death.Elara’s breath hitched. She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, still under the effects of her medication. “I know,” she said, her voice fragile. “But killing him won’t solve this. It’ll only make things worse for me... for you. If he dies, all of this will remain unresolved. I want the truth to come out. I want justice the right way.”Damian ran a hand through his hair. The air felt heavy with unspoken tension. Jackson, who had been
Asher’s eyes widened in terror as Damian’s chilling words echoed through the cold, dimly lit cell. Fear coursed through him, his body trembling uncontrollably as he struggled to breathe.“Y-you… can’t do this to me,” Asher stammered, his voice weak from the beatings, but there was still a hint of defiance behind the pain.Damian’s gaze was unyielding, his expression betraying no sympathy. “I already have. But don’t worry, we’re just getting started.”Jackson stood behind Damian, arms folded, observing Asher’s pitiful state. “You really thought you could do that to her?” Jackson asked with a scoff. “After everything you did, did you actually believe you’d walk away unscathed?”Asher groaned, attempting to sit up, but his body failed him. The agony was too intense, and he collapsed onto the cold stone floor once more. Damian crouched down, his piercing gaze locking onto Asher’s swollen eyes.“I did nothing,” Asher said. “You should hold Charles responsible.”“I’m only going to ask you t
Damian’s mind raced as he watched Jackson walk away, the echoes of their conversation lingering in the stillness of the room. His mood was dark, his emotions as unreadable as the still waters of a deep lake hiding unseen currents beneath. His thoughts drifted back to Asher, now a shattered shell, abandoned in a cold underground cell, barely holding on to life. His rage remained unabated, simmering just below the surface, ready to boil over once more. Asher’s confession had done little to quell the fury eating away at him. The truth of whether anything had truly happened to Elara didn’t matter – Asher had crossed a line by laying a hand on her and even entertaining the idea of causing her harm. And then there was Charles. The man who had orchestrated the whole thing. He clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the rising tide of violence within him. Handing him over to the police would be too easy, too clean. But the deal was set, and Damian had no intention of reneging on the contract. C
Damian stood outside Elara’s room, listening to her quiet breathing as she rested. The weight of everything that had transpired in the last few days bore down on him, but for the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of relief. Charles was in police custody, Asher would never pose a threat again, and Elara was safe.His phone buzzed, breaking the silence. It was Jackson.“Damian, there’s something you need to know,” Jackson said, his voice urgent.Damian’s brow furrowed as he stepped away from the door, his heart sinking. “What is it?”“They’re not going to hold Charles for long. His lawyers are already working on getting him out on bail, and it looks like they’re going to succeed.”“What are you saying?” Damian asked. “Did you not give the documents to the officer?”Jackson sighed over the phone. “Yes, I did, but…”Damian yelled, his frustration clear. “But what?”“They said it wasn’t enough,” Jackson replied.A surge of anger flared within Damian, his hands balling into fists.
She smirked. “My husband? You won’t be that soon.” Anita knew he could try hard to deny it, given how he was speaking yesterday when she was there. After she left, she went back to his firm to find James, and she had asked for the footage. She shoved her hand into her bag and pulled out her phone. She swiped and clicked on the footage, playing it. She turned it over and showed him how he was enjoying and moaning while she was sucking him. Charles’s eyes widened even more. He tried to process it.“How?” he asked, shock lacing his voice. “How did you get it?”She laughed, her laugh dry. “I was a fool. I was worried and couldn’t sleep, thinking something bad must have happened to you.” She paused, trying to fight the tears that threatened to fall. “But who could have imagined that you were enjoying yourself, and you dared to tell me you loved me, you son of a bitch?”“How did you fucking get that footage of me?”“So, you were the one?” Anita asked. “In it. With her.”“Answer my question!