Wildest Dreams

Chapter 25

Spencer's POV:

This is it. My life is over. The woman I have fallen in love with has just been found guilty of six accounts of first-degree murder. She will serve life with the opportunity for parole after twenty years. She will be locked up in federal prison and in Las Vegas. There's nothing I can do to save her. My soulmate is being framed and as hard as I tried, it wasn't enough to save her.

I watched her walk out in handcuffs and my sweater. I liked that sweater. I wouldn't have asked for it back if I knew that she would be the one to wear it, but now she'll have to wear an orange jumpsuit and my sweater will be folded up in a bag with the rest of her belonging, ready for whenever she is allowed to leave. If she is allowed to leave.

I walk out of the courtroom in a daze. I don't realize that I step on the heel of the person in front of me and the thought to apologize doesn't cross my mind. I barely register that a small hand has grabbed onto my arm, but I am forced to realize when it pulls me back.

"Excuse me-" I turn around and see Leora standing there, a smug smile on her face.

"Guess you weren't able to save your friend", she says.

"She's innocent."

"Oh, I'm sure a person with almost a pound of poison in their house is an innocent little angel", she says sarcastically. "She's taking advantage of you, Dr. Reid. She finds vulnerable, sweet guys like you, and she makes them bend over backward for her."

"That's not true", I snap, yanking my arm from her slimy grasp.

"Did she tell you that she loves you? Is she playing the role of a star-crossed lover who needs her soulmate to come to her rescue? It's a bunch of bullshit. She doesn't care about you; you're a free ride out of jail."

I put both my hands on her shoulders and slam her back against the wall. Anger burns in my eyes and I can't help the explosion of rage. She smirks at me and I fight the urge to slap it off her face.

"You have no idea what you're talking about", I hiss through my teeth.

"I'm her best friend."

"Some friend you are", I scoff. "You won't get away with this."

"Honey, I got away with this. You had your shot, but I guess I outsmarted the FBI", she grins evilly.

"I will do whatever it takes to make sure that you get what you deserve. I'd kill you myself if I have to."

"Please, you're about as scary as a puppy dog", she giggles.

Fucking psychopath.

"Says the one who poisoned her victims and blamed someone else for it. You are a coward; if you were a real killer, you would take care of me right now. Put your hands around my neck and strangle me to death right here", I say.

I grab her arms and she tries to fight me, but I am able to overpower her. I put her hands around my throat, but she does not squeeze. I knew she wouldn't. She doesn't kill for pleasure; she kills for one reason. Y/n.

"Just as I said: coward."

I push her hands back to her sides and storm off down the empty corridor. I push open the courthouse door and run down the stairs. I am able to hold back my tears until I am in my rental car with the door locked.

She's gone, and I won't be able to get her back. I have never experienced heartbreak like this before. It feels like death by a thousand cuts.