I knew the moment Grace mentioned my name that I had made the wrong choice by coming up alone. My husband's state of undress in front of Grace was the least of my worries and the deranged female who used to be my friend was busy talking about using her daughter.
Amara couldn't have known what her mother had planned because the little girl sounded genuinely concerned about Charles' welfare when she called.
"Charles tell me what you told me earlier" Grace spoke driving me out of my thoughts
Charles looked at me then looked at her but was hesitant to speak. "Remember she's a slut, just tell me what you said earlier about having fun with me"
I walked over to where Charles stood assessing his countenance.
He looked me in the eye and then began to speak.
"Victoria you are a cold bitch, a hypocrite and a slut" The words reminded me of our lost baby and my heart felt heavy. I glanced over and I could see that Grace was smiling.
"You should have died instead of your father and I hate you, I really hate you" Charles looked so serious and at a point I felt sad hearing those words from him till I saw his eyes twitch
"I hate everything about you! I hate that I married you, I hate you for killing our child, I hate you for not dying" with each statement Charles vomited his eyes would twitch to back them up and while the words appeared like bile to Grace, i was pleased that my husband was only acting.
His gaze fell upon something and when I followed his eyes I saw pieces of glass littered on the floor beside the drawer.
"sleeping with Chris was not enough, you even slept with Jude!" This time Charles was making me move towards the drawer and Grace was excited as she watched.
"To think I was ready to forgive you you slut!
" Charles, I don't know what she told you but it's not true. I did not cheat on you! "
Charles laughed then yelled again
" So why did you vouch for him when the police questioned him! You didn't want your lover to go to jail, did you? Answer me Victoria!!
I was really surprised with the emotions Charles was putting into his words.
"I did not sleep with Jude" By this time I was so close to the drawer and Grace was anxious to see what Charles would do to me
"oh shut up! You whore! Was the baby even mine? You were so cozy with Jude on the hospital bed and it confirmed my suspicion. Was the baby mine? Answer me Victoria!"
I stared into his eyes hoping to find an answer as to how to pick the glass without getting Grace suspicious.
" No "
" No what! "
" The baby was Jude's "I replied and I could tell grace was shocked with the fake revelation because she yelled
" what! I can't believe this, so you actually fucked my husband well technically ex husband too. The Saint is no Saint at all"
Whether it was faking or not Charles ' face hardened and I felt a slap on my chin that pulled me to the ground
The gasp Grace let out proved that she didn't expect what she just witnessed.
Charles loomed over me with a death glare and I managed to grab a piece of the broken glass.
Grace stepped closer to where I sat, probably to gloat. "Why are you doing this to me Grace, you were my friend!"
I looked over to Charles who stood barely five inches apart from Grace but still aware of the loaded gun in her hand. Something in his eyes was very apologetic
"you deserve everything you are getting, to think I was jealous of you." she spat on the floor then turned to face Charles
"Now you see what I meant, we are supposed to be together" in her momentary distraction I dove the piece of glass in my hand into her leg and she shrieked away and limped towards the window.
Charles rushed towards her and struggled with her to pry the gun out of her hand. The gun shot upwards twice but the struggle continued somehow Charles tripped on a stool beside the window and the force pushed the both of them out of the window. Grace yelled before I heard a loud thud
Everything happened so fast and the shock made me immobile. Not even the pain from the part of my hand ripped by the glass could pull me back.
I heard footsteps rushing to our room and when they saw me standing, they said something about being locked out, and how they picked the locks but I couldn't even respond. They waited too long, wasted too much time.
"Charles is dead" was all I could say
They rushed out of the room and I hesitantly followed behind. Praying that something or someone caught my husband. If Charles landed with anything besides his legs he would be dead and he did not jump from the window, he practically fell off.
I couldn't make out the figure I saw from afar while we approached the scene but the figure looked lifeless
My eyes began to sting and a wave of nausea hit me. I slowly walked over to where the body was counting my steps and muttering prayers to God in both Igbo Language and English. I just lost my father and I didn't want to be a widow yet.
They dragged out another body that appeared smaller and I could tell it was Grace. After inspecting her, the man spoke. "She's dead, the bullet got her before she landed with her head"
They moved over to Charles who was facing the ground and I shut my eyes afraid that I'd see his face smashed and bloody. The men were also hesitant probably because of Charles' nudity.
My heart rate went up as I anticipated the horrible news I was about to hear.
He's bleeding from his side, get something cover him up! "
The other man said and I was surprised they wanted to cover him. Then it occurred to me that they were covering his corpse.
The tears welled up in my eyes began to seep out with my eyes closed, till I heard someone groan.
My eyes flew open
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It's raining and I feel like getting it all out, do hope you enjoy.
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Second chances
Romance"You don't sleep on that side, you never do. You always sleep on your right side. I know you are awake, I also know that you are angry with me. But I don't know why? " With that I stood up, I walked to him and hugged him. And when we finally broke a...
