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VII: Murder

I woke up with conflicted feelings looking upon the face of my husband sleeping peacefully beside me. I sat up, closing my eyes and reevaluating my life. I haven't felt so lost and out of control in my entire life. I've always valued stability and consistency but ever since the arranged marriage, nothing has been going my way. I let out a breath to calm my nerves and restarted my overthinking. Flashbacks played inside my head and I concentrated harder.

Before my marriage, I slept with my husband-to-be in a drunken state. Four months ago I got married, I sold my condo, and moved in with my husband. Yesterday, my grandfather died. All of them took me by surprise. When I opened my eyes, I saw my phone's screen lit up in silence indicating a call. I debated on whether or not I should take the call but when I saw it was from Harvey, I didn't hesitate.

"Hey," I said quietly and walked out of the room to avoid waking Cole up.

"Marge, one of the detectives working on grandfather's case called me earlier and asked to meet us." Harvey said causing me to raise my eyebrows in question.

"Did he say why he wants to meet us?" I asked.

"He did. Said the forensics found something interesting about grandfather's corpse. There seems to be an evidence of suffocation though there were no marks on his neck to indicate any struggle."

I was about to drink water when I dropped the entire glass sending it crashing to the floor. My hands shook then and my eyes widen. "Harvey there are other ways to suffocate people without choking them."

"I know, which is why I agreed to meet him." He stated but our conversation was cut short when Cole showed up on the kitchen door, shirtless, as if he rushed to get to where I am.

"Margaret what's wrong?" Cole rushed to my side to inspect my body for any injury. When he found none, he exhaled out in relief.

"I better go Marge, I'll see you later." Then the line went dead. My hands were shaking then, and my mind were running miles and miles ahead of me. Who could've possibly wanted my grandfather dead?

"Margaret," Cole said more forcefully, snapping me out of my thoughts. When I directed my gaze at him, I felt frightened. Could this person be the same ones who tampered with my parent's chopper that claimed their lives? If so, am I next?

I was petrified at the thought that there's someone out there waiting to get me that I jumped to Cole's arms. He caught me and held me close to him, running his hands soothingly on my back. "What's wrong wifey?" He said, concern evident in his voice.

"Cole someone want me dead." I confessed, revelling in the safety of his arms around me. I felt as if nothing could get to me and no one can harm me.

I knew the second Cole understood what I said. His entire body stiffened and he pulled away to look at me. "What do you mean?" He asked as he levelled his stare straight to mine.

Not quite sure where to start, I told him the story of how my parents died. It was a good cover up, a helicopter crash. But wanting to know what exactly went wrong, my grandfather hired a private investigator to look into the cause of the explosion. I told Cole that the finding was a sabotage and the engine was tampered with. Some wirings were off causing the copter to have an uneven balanced therefore it was bound to crash. Then I told him that they never found who would want such a thing to happen.

"And now the same detective found some evidence that prove my grandfather was murdered." Cole stood quietly against the kitchen counter while I clean up the shattered glass on the floor.

"Do you have any suspect in mind?" He finally asked but I was shocked to hear him speak that I ended up cutting my hand to one of the splinter.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He apologized and took my finger in between his mouth and sucked. The gesture felt so intimate that I had to look away from his eyes.