The silent bride

42. Shadows of Guilt

Freen's PoV

Sitting behind the cold, iron bars of the jail cell, my thoughts drifted to Becky and Rose. The image of their frightened faces haunted me, making the already freezing cell feel even colder. I shivered, not just from the temperature but from the chilling memory of that day. No matter how many times I had washed my hands, I could still feel the sticky warmth of Richie's blood, a constant reminder of what I had done.

The guilt weighed heavily on me. I replayed the scene over and over in my mind, trying to understand what had possessed me to take a life. Richie had threatened Rose, and in that moment, rage had consumed me. But now, sitting alone in this cell, I couldn't help but question myself. What kind of person had I become? How could I face Becky and Rose after this?

Two days had passed, and I hadn't eaten anything. The food they brought me remained untouched. I had no appetite; the thought of eating made me feel sick. My mind was consumed with worry for my family and the horror of my own actions. I felt hollow inside, my soul gnawed away by regret and fear.

When the guards came to take me to court, they put handcuffs on my wrists. The cold metal bit into my skin, a stark reminder of my reality. As they led me out of the cell, my heart pounded in my chest. I felt like I was walking to my doom.

Entering the courtroom, my eyes scanned the room until they found Becky. She stood there, a pillar of strength, but I could see the pain in her eyes. And then I saw Rose, hiding behind Becky, peeking out with wide, fearful eyes. My heart shattered at the sight. Rose, once so full of life and joy, now looked at me with a mixture of confusion and terror. I had become the monster in her young eyes.

I couldn't bear it. The weight of their gazes was too much. I looked down, my vision blurring with unshed tears. How had we ended up here? How had I become this person capable of such violence? Every moment, every choice, seemed to replay in my mind, each one a step that had led us to this dark place.

Standing there, awaiting my fate, all I could think about was Becky and Rose. The love I had for them was the only thing that kept me from completely falling apart. I needed to be strong for them, to find a way to make this right, even though I didn't know how.

As the proceedings began, the sound of the gavel echoed in the room, pulling me back to the harsh reality. I was here, in this courtroom, not as the loving wife and mother I wanted to be, but as an accused criminal. The guilt and fear threatened to overwhelm me, but I held on to the hope that somehow, some way, we would get through this. I had to believe that for Becky, for Rose, and for myself.

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I'm really sorry if chapters are short. I started to work so I have literally no time to write. Sorry I'll be updating late or short chapters. Don't ask for more. Being article assistant is a heck!