The Unholy Bride: In God's Name, I Kill

Chapter 17: Kangaroo

Scarlette suffered a minor concussion and needed stitches, so we stayed at the hospital all day until the doctors cleared us to go home. I sat in the backseat with her on the way back, feeling guilty about what had happened. It was actually my fault because I got too caught up in my own thoughts and failed to keep an eye on her. If Roman hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have even noticed that she had fallen from the slide.

When we arrived at the mansion, Roman carried her inside because she had fallen asleep. I followed quietly behind and opened the door for them, but then I froze in my tracks as it swung open because we were met with three pairs of eyes, all glaring at me with disdain.

"There she is," Catherine remarked as she folded her arms, her tone distant and cold, nothing like the friendly way she used to speak to me.

I immediately sensed something was off, instinctively bracing myself and quietly falling into a defensive stance as I scanned each of them—first Catherine, then Enzo, and finally Mason.

"What is happening?" Roman asked as he carefully put down his sleeping daughter on the couch.

"That bitch is accusing me of cheating on my husband with Mason!" Catherine exclaimed, her eyes piercing through me.

My heart shot into my throat, my body went numb with cold, and sweat immediately gathered on my forehead as I turned to Mason, my eyes wide. We had a deal, but he just merely shrugged his shoulders in response.

"I would never cheat on Enzo! That's stupid!" Catherine continued her outburst, even pointing her finger at me due to rage. "I was good to you, Mary! How could you do this to me?"

She started crying, so her husband pulled her closer, his calm demeanor masking the glare he directed at me.

"What the fuck are you saying, Cath?" Roman asked, confused about this whole situation.

"Your wife made up stories to ruin us," Enzo said, turning to me with a look of loathing. "What the hell is wrong with you, Mary?"

I wanted to respond, defend myself, and tell them that Mason and Catherine were lying, but I couldn't find my voice. It felt as though I were trapped in my own body, yet I could still feel the cold sweat on my skin, mingling with the heat of their glares.

"Noa's body was found," Mason blurted out, and the words hit me like a thunderclap, intensifying the storm brewing inside me. The knot in my stomach tightened painfully, and my mind went numb, overwhelmed by a flood of racing thoughts.

Just one more word from this man and I'd totally collapse, taking down everything I've worked hard for.

"Noa's what?" my husband asked again, his voice tense with confusion.
"His body was found, Roman. He's dead," Mason clarified, taking a step closer and tossing a stack of papers onto the table between them.

"How the fuck is he dead?" Roman snarled, rifling through the papers with a look of disbelief and growing anger on his face.

"Because your wife killed him."

The words hit me like a blow, and everything seemed to slow down as they all turned their gaze toward me, their eyes growing colder. We were locked in a silent standoff, but before I could process it, my body reacted instinctively—taking a step back, then another—until I was running, desperate to escape and save my life.

"Chase her!" Catherine shouted, sending everyone to move and ran after me.

I ran as fast as I could, ignoring the darkness of the path ahead in the forest, with the moonlight being the only source of light that night. I didn't stop, even as my legs were scratched by wild grass and dead branches scattered across the ground. This was the fastest I had ever run in my life, yet it felt as if I were stuck in place. The world around me was eerily silent, save for the sound of my own shallow breaths and the relentless pounding of their footsteps drawing nearer with every passing second.