Part Two

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🐝Beyoncé's Point of View

I'd been home for about three days now and I'd been put on bed rest by practically everybody around me. I wanted to spend time with my girls outside my room but even they were refusing to go anywhere with me until the doctor put me off bed rest.

Mathew had come back and I stood in front of him for about five seconds before everything went black. I couldn't even believe the nightmare I was living in and I had no idea how to express how I was feeling. Anger. Hurt. Fear. Confusion. Terror. I wasn't sure of his next move and from what I heard he was in my hospital room with me.

The last I heard of him, he was in hospital recovering from me drugging his ass up. I didn't even bother to check how he was doing in the hospital; as soon as he collapsed I packed my bags and got a flight to New York to be reunited with my family again. Of course he was always in the back of my mind but I tried to push him out so I could move on with my life. I wasn't bothered about him dying because it wouldn't affect my happiness at all, but I knew he'd eventually find out where I went and he'd come after me. I just didn't expect it to be right after I told my husband I was going to file for divorce.

On that note, Jay was on my case blowing up my phone every hour and visiting me every minute of the day. I was tired of seeing him and even being in the same room as him because I was still standing by my decision to divorce him. He'd betrayed me not even 24 hours after we told each other we loved each other and I wasn't about to be the sidechick to my husband and have a secret affair with my husband. If he wanted Sephora then he could run to her and if she wanted him then she could have him because I wasn't about to lose my sanity over the man.

I was still in shock that I was pregnant. I was only 35, going on 36, but with everything going on and me stuck in between divorcing Jay and trying to get away from Mathew, this wasn't the environment to bring a child into. I was most definitely going to have the child but I had roughly six months to get my life on track before he or she came. I had no idea I was pregnant and I couldn't believe I missed all the signs and symptoms for three months, but with all three of my girls I never had the obvious symptoms and my menstruation was always irregular so I never counted on that too. I didn't like the way B.B. and Bella found out about it but I wasn't in control of that because I found out the exact same second.

"Beyoncé? The cops are here to see you,"I heard Solo.

"I'll be downstairs in a minute,"I called out to her. I quickly put on some decent clothes and slowly walked down the stairs to see a beautiful dark skin, female officer and an older male officer.

"Mrs Carter-"

"You can call me Miss Beyincé,"I quickly corrected her. I wasn't taking Jay's surname and I certainly wasn't taking Mathew's surname. The men in my life had failed me so I was turning to the only other surname I had- Beyincé.

"Miss Beyincé. My name is Detective Marsha Hendrix and this is my partner Detective Anthony Braille,"I shook both their hands and sat down on the couch crossing my legs.

"So I'm assuming this is about Mathew,"I jumped to it and she nodded.

"It is about Mr Knowles. We are working in line with French police to get to the bottom of this case. We wanted to give you some time to rest as we heard you fainted and you're on bed rest. Are you up for the interview now?"I nodded at her and she brought out a notepad.

"So Miss Beyincé, can you inform us of how you believe Mr Knowles faked your death?"

"I thought I already said this before,"I folded my arms referring back to the first time I went to the police station to make a statement.

"Just to align it with Mr Knowles,"the male officer spoke and I sighed.

"I found Mathew cheating on my mom in my house with another woman when he was supposed to be looking after my children. I told him that I was going to tell my mom if he didn't tell her but he wasn't having it so he started threatening me and telling me that if I told her then he'd come after me. I didn't believe him at first but he walked in on me trying to tell my mom and he intervened. Mathew told me that I then had to leave because I didn't listen to him in the first place and if I didn't leave then he'd hurt me and my family, but more so my husband and my girls including the one I was pregnant with at the time to hurt me. He had me at gunpoint and that was when I knew he wasn't playing. Five days after I gave birth to my youngest, he staged my death and took me to France. He got me a new ID and I lived as a different person for ten years. I had to dye my hair jet black so people would recognise me less and less,"I recounted for them.

"But did you not try to leave? I know it sounds harsh, but didn't you?"

"I did and he shot me three times. The reason why it's not on any of my records is because I was admitted into the hospital as Jacqueline Pacquard, so I was under another identity,"I felt myself shake as I heard the gunshots ring through my head.

"And how did you eventually leave?"Detective Hendrix asked. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. I opened them again and Solo was standing there beside the detectives.
I rarely told anyone this- I think I only told Jay this when I managed to come back but apart from him I never disclosed what I did to anyone else.

"I drugged him...and shot him,"I revealed. I looked at Solo and she looked at me in confusion. I forgot to tell y'all about that part too.

"Why drug and shoot him? Some might say you were trying to kill him,"the male officer interviewed me.

"Some can say that but these 'some' weren't there when he had his hands around my neck and he threw me against a glass mirror. These 'some' weren't there when he tried to turn the gun against me. He killed my livelihood, my family, my happiness, my career and my girls' childhoods. He killed the chances of me giving what I gave to my two oldest to my youngest and now she spent ten years not knowing who I was. But y'all are concerned about me killing him? Give me the chance now and I'll shoot him as many times as I can!"I yelled.

"Beyoncé!"Solange called my name with tears in her eyes. "Stop, please,"she whispered.

"I'm sorry,"I looked down. I wasn't going to cry. I'd cried enough over it and it was time for Mathew to go to jail. For good.

"I think we have enough,"Detective Hendrix closed her notepad.

"So what happens from here? Is he going to jail?"I asked.

"Well we are still working with the French authority. If Mr Knowles admits to this crime then there will only be a court hearing for his sentence, but the longer he denies it the longer it'll take,"they both stood up.

"He's denying it?"my heart dropped. They looked between each other uneasily.

"But how is that possible? There's loads of evidence against him, right? I mean, he even admitted it in a letter he wrote to our mom and my brother in law. Doesn't that count for something?"Solange enquired.

"We don't have that letter so it's not evidence and even if we did, he might deny that too. We'll let you know if anything changes,"they shook my hand.

"I'll walk y'all out,"Solo got up. I dropped onto the couch and felt the tears coming.

No. No more crying. I can't cry anymore. I've cried enough because of him.

It was too late. Tears were rushing down my face harder than a waterfall and I couldn't hold anything back anymore.

"Bey, Jay is-"I heard Solo say before she stopped mid sentence. I felt familiar arms wrap around me and instantly knew it was Jay.

"Get off me!"I pushed him off.

"Beyoncé stop fighting me! I'm here to help you. Just come here Bey,"he grabbed my wrists and pulled me in to him.