Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 10

Rose's pov:

Back when I killed myself in my garden at 1 a.m. — not literally. The flower could no longer be reconstituted or even recognized. I cursed myself; what I was doing was spoliation of evidence, although there were probably no fingerprints on this rose. No one would ever know, but the act itself was serious enough to make me feel guilty.

Nature would help me get rid of the bloody petals and maybe I'd have a clear conscience. It was frightening to realize that I had gone from being the perfect lawyer to interfering with a crime scene and its evidence.

Not to mention the situation with Jaeyun. We were strangers to each other and I didn't know who to blame, only him would be petty and selfish but where was my fault? I had some, but the lack of honesty wasn't one of them.

"Don't you think you're a bit lunatic?"

"Your mom is."

I turned and looked up to see that my husband was watching me from our bedroom window. He touched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed and laughing. My answer had exasperated him, yet it came from my heart. I hated Sim Angelina.

"Be careful of what you say."

"Oh c'mon, she just pulled you out of her pussy it's not that significant."

He closed the window and turned off the light. I took this as an invitation to join him, as I was too cold to stay outside any longer.

Before going back inside, I picked up the pruning shears I'd dropped earlier, there was a bit of red on them. I panicked and, in an inexplicable move, licked off the remaining blood.

The taste was acrid, so much that I questioned if it was Jungkook's blood. In my mind, stupid as it was, the blood of good people tasted better. It was a slightly vampiric way of looking at things. When the blades had lost their red stain, I put it in the garage.

Ashamed of what I had just done, I looked around. The sudden feeling that I was being watched sent a shiver down my spine. I was seen without being able to see, caught in a stressful confusion that made my heart pound in my chest and my breathing irregular. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, convinced that I wasn't alone.

I scanned my surroundings, and nothing was out of the ordinary. It was the same renowned and wealthy neighborhood where old ladies and multinational heirs socialized with each other every day.

No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that everything was fine, the instinctive voice in my head kept whispering that it wasn't. Maybe I was sinking into the paranoia Jaeyun had mentioned, feeling like prey was one of those things that would send anyone to a psychiatric hospital.

That was the word: prey. I was the feline and the hunter was waiting to leave my dead body with his knife stuck in my brain. My flaw in this case was that I thought too much, and well, that's what the psycho was afraid of.

If a man is smart, it's not a danger until he spreads his knowledge; but if a woman is intelligent on her own, it's a threat.

Don't be stubborn Rose, no one's looking at you. You're safe and just tired.

I tried to reassure myself as I went back inside.

—

The next day I got ready in front of my mirror while my husband was still asleep. Unlike me, he had the luxury of an extra rest day. My obligations for today were to meet Evan and then go to the police station to find out the identity of the presumed killer — I had a well — rehearsed plan for that.