Yemisi
I kept my gaze fixed on the investigator, my expression unreadable.
Throughout the entire interrogation, I hadn't uttered a single word.
"My client's alibi is solid, and you have no credible evidence against her," my lawyer said, his voice steady and unyielding. "She shouldn't even be here."
The investigator sighed. "Fine, she's free to go."
"Let's go, Miss Yemisi," my lawyer said, gesturing toward the door. I followed him out of the room, still struggling to process everything that was happening.
I had been calm when we left the house, a surprising sense of confidence bolstering me... until I saw him.
Brian.
He was at the station, giving his statement. I felt no spark, no rush of feelings like I usually did when I saw him. Instead, a strange emptiness settled in my chest.
As he spoke, his words stung. I would have done anything to shut him up.
And then, as if he hadn't said anything wrong, he called out to me with a casual grin, like we were best friends.
When I ignored him, he turned to the officer beside him. "See? I told you she's one cold-hearted bitch."
I lunged at him, finally ready to give him the slap he deserved, but he grabbed my wrist, leaned in, and hissed, "The more you act like that, the more they'll believe you're capable of murder."
In that instant, my newfound confidence evaporated. I felt small, exposed, foolish.
The car ride home was painfully silent. My lawyer and mother busied themselves with anything but conversation, yet my mind was still reeling from the arrest, Brian's accusations, and this dark suspicion gnawing at me.
I was certain Alessia's mother was behind all this. But I needed evidence.
When we arrived home, Kayode was waiting anxiously at the gate.
"At least you could have told me which police station!" he complained, relief softening his voice.
"The point is that she's back, safe," my mother interjected, her tone sharp. "Why do you need the police station details?"
"I made lunch," Kayode said, brightening.
"No wonder we could smell it from here," Ireti teased.
"Wow, I must be an amazing cook," he retorted with a proud grin.
"I never said that," she shot back, and he huffed, heading inside.
"Ireti, I need to go somewhere," I said quietly.
"Where?"
"I'll explain later. Just don't tell Mum or Kayode," I replied. "It's the Baileys' house."
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Aderonke
The message on my phone confirmed it: Fikayo's daughter had been arrested. Good. One less problem in my way.
"Madam, I'm done," the maid announced from behind me. I had asked her to clear some papers from the shelf-documents I didn't need anymore.
"Yes?" I looked up, noticing her hesitance.
"I found these papers. I don't know if you still need them?" she said, holding out a small bundle.
I took them from her, my blood running cold. These documents... I thought I had destroyed them.

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