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“Have a nice time in prison, sweetie. I will take care of your money and everything else, don’t worry.”
She started running out of the room as the police barged in with their guns raised.
“Help! Help! Please, save me,” she started crying in panic, hiding behind one of the officers as she acted like the victim. “He is trying to kill me, too. Please save me.”
“Put your hands behind your head. Right now!” the officer orders me.
“No, no, no. I didn’t do anything, it’s her. She-”
“I said hands behind your head! Or I will shoot.”
At the time, despite being in shock, I had no choice but to give in. She acted like a victim the whole time, recounting the horror of the night in a choked voice to the police officers and lawyers. During the trial at court, she put all the blame on me.
However, I got my revenge eventually. I escaped from the local prison one night, and the first thing I did was visit my darling wife. Her betrayal changed me entirely, and I no longer cared about anyone. She didn’t know about how the horrific sight of Liam’s dead body traumatized me and haunted me every night when I slept. I had nightmares of my own best friend, even though I knew it I wasn’t the culprit here. But I gave her a taste of her medicine. I snuck into her mansion where she peacefully slept. I can recall her screams even to this day which were music to my ears.
Her horrified eyes met mine as she opened her mouth to scream. But I stopped to it by pressing my palm against her mouth and pressing the kitchen knife close to her jugular.
She turned silent and pale, with sweat droplets running down her temple.
I smirked. “Now that I have your attention, I can continue torturing you.”
She gulped. “Silas, please. I-I know what I did was wrong,” she tried to touch my wrist to sweeten her words, “but I’m your wife. You love me, and you won’t- Ah!” Her pleading was left unfinished when I twisted her wrist and slashed the knife across her skin. Blood spurted out as she screamed.
“You ripped out those feelings from my heart, sweetheart. Your husband died the day you betrayed him.”
She started sobbing, looking terrified for the first time. “Silas, please. Don’t do this. I’m sorry,” she weakly smiled, “Is that what you want? For me to apologize? See? I’m saying sorry.”
I snorted humorlessly. “Your fake apologies won’t get rid of the nightmares I have about Liam’s dead body. It won’t take away the torture I endure day and night in prison by getting bullied and constantly beaten by the officers or other prisoners.”
She shook her head nervously. “I’m so sorry you have to go through that, Silas. I wish I could help you-”
“You couldn’t help me if you wanted to, sweetheart, because you paid the guards to make sure I am tortured every day. I heard one of them, which makes me hate you more.”
Silence greeted me as I saw her face colored with terror like a guilty culprit. But there was no sign of remorse.
“I still have nightmares about Liam’s dead body and his blood smeared on my hands. And when I wake up the betrayal you two put me through with your affair breaks me even more. Let me show you how much it hurt me.”
She shook her head vigorously. “No, no, no, no, please, Silas. I beg you, please…No!”
Those were the last words I heard from her before I slashed her throat. Even when she was choking to death, I cut her into pieces with a butcher knife from the kitchen. By dawn, I was covered in my dead wife’s blood, but the peace I expected never settled. I didn’t even escape from the crime scene, knowing my life would never be the same. One of the maids entered her room in the morning and screamed at the sight.
A few minutes later, the police came and took me in. Then I was shifted to Blackwell Prison, stating I was mentally unstable and they transferred me here. But I’m glad I came here; otherwise, I would have never met my sweet and beautiful woman, Aella.
But now that I have promised to protect her, I shall keep my promise. The way she was hurt and how the other prisoners ogle her, I must get her out of here. For that to happen, I need to know what keeps her here, where she is no less than a prisoner. What secret has her caged in this place?
As I am in deep thought, lying in my bed, I hear the creaking sound of the lock opening, causing me to sit up and find Aella opening my cell door. I frown and worriedly look behind her in case anyone else is watching.
She quickly works on the lock and opens it, entering the cell before the light from the watch tower can shine on her. She hides beside the corner wall, breathing heavily. She is still dressed in her habit, looking a tad exhausted yet so beautiful.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper as I head towards her. Holding her shoulders, I guide her to my small bed and sit her in front of me, with my back facing the cell so that the watch tower won’t discover her. She holds on to my forearms and looks at me with worry written all over her face.
“I just had to come here,” she mutters in a low voice.
I hold her face between my palms. “What happened, my love? Tell me.”
Did someone hurt her again?
Her face casts down as her nose sniffles. She is crying. I urge her to look me in the eye, letting me be part of her sorrow.
