All Chapters of HELLO SINNERS, IT'S TIME FOR RECKONING: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Carla’s POV “Why did you do that? I thought we both agreed on sticking to the plan. Why did you have to tell her the bitter truth?” I asked Carlos, who was seated beside me on the bench, which was outside Carla’s ward. I was furious about what he did and was ready to lash out at him. At the same time, I feared what Catherine would do after finding out the truth. “Firstly, I never agreed with you on deceiving her and secondly, how do you expect me to hurt you again when I had done that before?” he replied, his dazzling eyes piercing into mine. “I know you are hurting, and you are just pretending to be okay. I have hurt you because of that woman before and you want me to do that again?” he asked, pointing in the direction of Catherine’s room. His pitch was somehow high, as if he was angry with me due to my decision but he was trying not to make it noticeable. “Babe, I know you are worried about her, but I can assure you that she will be fine. You don’t have to keep sacrifi

Carla’s POV I was staring at her lifeless body, which was laid on a stretcher, in the holding room. I had run to the hospital thinking the Detective was wrong – thinking he had mistaken someone else for Amelia. “Amelia can’t be dead. She isn’t the one” I had assured myself as I drove to the hospital, being optimistic. But seeing her lying there, cold and motionless, I knew I had hit rock bottom. There was no way for me to deny reality anymore. The heavy weight of the truth and reality made me shiver under the hot weather. My legs trembled and I saw myself collapsing onto the floor, tears slowly rolling out of my clouded eyes. When I realized my only confidant was gone, the fear of being alone gripped me. “She was the only one who stood by me – the one who reassured me that everything would be okay. She fought for me when I couldn’t stand up for myself. Then, why wasn’t I there when she needed me the most? I haven’t even reciprocated half of the love she showed me. So, how co

Carla’s POV “Catherine, what are you talking about? Killed who?” I asked astonished, with confusion etched on my face. “So, you are pretending not to know what I am saying? I know you killed Granny, John and Zoe. You killed them!!!” Catherine yelled, pointing accusing fingers at me, which left me flabbergasted. “Killed them? Why would I do that? Do you even know what you are talking about, Cat?” I asked, confused. Everything felt like a prank – a dream. How could I have killed my child? Is this a dream? It was not until I pinched myself that I realized everything was real. “I told you that day ...... I begged you not to and you promised me you wouldn’t do it. Why then did you kill them? Why did you kill my son after I begged you to let everything go?” Catherine questioned as tears rolled down her eyes. I was lost – confused. What day is she talking about? When did I tell her I was going to kill them? Is everything okay with her? “Catherine, what are you talking about? What

Carla’s POV. At the point where I was fixated, tears slowly escaped from my eyelid, streaming down my eyes. I was left all alone – abandoned by the man I had thought would believe me and stay by my side. “If everything Catherine said turns out to be true, I will make you regret ever messing with my family. I won’t allow my mother’s killer to go scot-free. Trust me” Aunt Stephanie threatened before angrily storming out of the room, with Aurora and Uncle Chris trailing behind her. But not without them eyeing me disgustingly. I was left all alone with Catherine, who was putting a satisfying and mockery smile on her face. “Catherine, why are you doing this to me again? What have I done to deserve all this? Just why?” I asked her tirelessly, my voice barely a whisper. I was too exhausted to yell – too tired to fight back. Carlos’ hurtful words drained out all the energy I had left within me and my desire to expose Catherine’s lies and be clean of the accusations slowly began vani

Carla’s POV. “Carla, open the damn door!!” the loud banging on the door, pulled me out of my slumber. For the past four days that I had gotten back into that house, I had not been able to get a good sleep because of the reoccurring dream of Zoe calling onto me to join her, every time I shut my eyes. I was just about to get some sleep when I heard the banging on the door. “Carla, I know you are in there. Open this damn door right now or else, I am going to break it down!!” I heard Carlos' yell again, continuously banging on the door. I could hear Aunt Stephanie’s voice, telling him to calm down. I was too weak to get up. Nothing had passed through my esophagus in the past four days, not even water. I didn’t have the appetite to eat. I just locked myself up in Zoe’s room for days, drowning myself in sorrow. No one bothered to check up on me – not even Carlos. But now that they were standing at the door, I wondered what the problem was. I gathered the last of my strength and