The Bride

– he said slowly. The sadness in his voice made me feel like a bad person.

‘I’m sorry to hurt you Chloe, please don’t punish me like this. I want to see him, hug him and spend time with him. All I’m asking is if you don’t want me in his life!

– One day with him, that’s all I want.

– He got into the car and immediately drove off and almost got hit…

A trash can fell on the street. I took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. Things got complicated. Tristan hid Cayden to make me feel like a bad guy.

He will tell everyone that Kaiden is no longer a secret. Why didn’t anything happen to me? Ryan was already suffering. Rihanna!

I entered the house in a broken state, entered the password and opened the door.

I took off my shoes and threw my bag on the shelf. I froze when I saw Vina in the living room wearing a burgundy sweatshirt in the closet.

– Good, you’re back.

My voice was shaking with fear. – Oh, Chloe.

He smiled at me and it looked so fake.

“I hope you’re okay. The sweater is selling out, so I decided to grab it from your closet.”

He emphasized the last word. “I can explain.”

– No need, he told me everything. I can’t believe you have a son. Two sons!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want anyone to know.”

‘I’ve been with you since the beginning of Chloe. I trusted you more than my parents. I trusted you when no one else did. you couldn’t tell me I thought you’d trust me a little, even if you don’t trust anyone.

“Sorry”.

‘Since you’ve been lying all this time, I wonder what else you won’t tell me. You even got to kidnap someone, who are you?

“I was scared. I wasn’t ready to tell anyone.”

“I didn’t know I was part of the ‘everything.’

“Sin.”

He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me with tears in his eyes.

‘You’re not my best friend Chloe, you’re my sister. I love you and I won’t hurt you. Was this the reason for the celebration? I wish I could be there for Chloe. I can’t even imagine how hard it must have been. You should have said that, Chloe. 2 years alone?

Tears were streaming down my right cheek, but I wiped them away.

“I’m sorry, Vina.”

that’s all i can say ‘I understand that people you love hurt you in ways you didn’t expect, but I would never.

She was there for me when I came here and felt overlooked and worthless because I didn’t speak English. I’ve been looking for you ever since and I never expected you to follow this from me.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

She reached out and grabbed the bag on the floor and I never saw her again.

“Where are you going?”

‘Once you find it, you need a break. I’ll be back when I’m less angry and less upset.”

She went to the door crying.

‘Okay, I’m crazy. He promised not to disturb you and not to tell anyone your secrets.”

Before I could thank you, the door slammed.

“Belvin…”

I was looking at the door, not knowing what to do. I remember the first time I saw Vina. He was watching the other children playing in the corner. He moved to the United States with his family.

His father got a work visa and took his family. Vina was Spanish and didn’t know English. No one wanted to surround him and when he tried to make a sentence they laughed at him. I’ve seen her cry countless times because I feel like she doesn’t want to. It took him years to learn and I was there to help him and we became good friends. I sat down on the nearest couch and buried my face in my hands.

How did all this happen overnight? Vina was good at threats and I was sure she used Ryan. I knew Ryan wasn’t going to talk. I got up and went to my room and her stuff was gone. I was relieved and sad at the same time. I was lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Was Tristan worth coming into Kaden’s life?

Kayden hates me for hiding him from my dad? Did I make the right decision?

I groaned and kicked the blanket. I didn’t tell anyone at work. It has been a day since Veena left and she has not responded to my calls or messages. I wanted to apologize a thousand times, but it wasn’t worth it to lie.

She was there for me and I don’t want to take it away from her. The bell rang and I looked at the door to the cashier.

I laughed, but the fake smile disappeared when he saw my mother.

– Chloe, please.

He rushed to the accountant. I turned around and told Binnie I wanted to go to the bathroom.

– Chloe, wait. I didn’t care about that. I stayed in the bathroom for a long time. When I came back, my mother was gone. During the break, Adrian called me and I avoided his call.

– Hey, sorry, I’m busy. – Do you have a son?

It was the first thing he said. “I don’t want to talk now, maybe another time.

– How about tomorrow, I’m coming. “good.”

– Chloe, are you okay?

He asked as if looking at the phone.

“Not.” I almost fell over, admitting it. – When you leave?

“ten”.

“I’ll see you at your house, I’ll be late for work.”

“good.”

I was so upset that I tried to give my customers beautiful smiles.

19:30 There were not many customers in the restaurant, so I left work. I decided to go to Mrs. Porter and it was time to take my baby home. Cayden was no longer a secret.

The next issue was child support. I got on the bus and the person sitting next to me tried to cheat but I ignored him like an invisible person.

I stopped by the store to buy Cayden’s favorite candy and as I was walking into town I heard police sirens. My heart was pounding when I saw three police cars parked outside Mrs. Potter’s house and several neighbors outside. Putting my heart on the tip of my tongue, I walked faster towards them.

“It is him.”

The lady on the phone with the agent pointed at me. Embarrassed, I stopped working and two policemen approached me.

“What happens?” “Where is Mrs. Potter?” As they approached, I asked. – Are you sure it is?

The officer asked the woman who had just pointed me out and she nodded.

‘Yes, he is the only one visiting.

She,” said the other woman with tears in her eyes. “He was the last man I saw enter his house.”

An old woman told them.

“Excuse me, what’s going on?”

– I asked an officer who was holding my hand. “You must return to the station with us to be questioned about the murder of Mrs. Potter.”

he said politely. “A murder? Ms. is potter dead?

I looked at my neighbor and asked. – What happened to your wife? keeper?”

I was about to go home and asked

But the senior officer stopped me.

Where? – Wait, son.

I told the policeman but he stopped the car.

and in the car.

I saw two policemen escorting the luggage from the house to the ambulance and it blew my mind. I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

It was supposed to be a dream, not reality. Wake up, Chloe!

‘Wait, listen to me. I have to make sure my son is okay.”

– What kind of child, girl?

I asked another officer I had never seen before. “Two years old, brown hair, blue eyes, lived with Mrs. Potter.”

I said with a pounding heart. – Hi, Sean.

Someone called and a tall man came out of the house. Her bronze hair was pulled back and she removed her plastic gloves. blood stain

The gloves brought a terrible image to my mind.

“Yes?”

“Did you find the child or did you find another body?”

“No, I checked the whole house.” “Not!”

I tried to run home but both hands stopped me

“I’m sorry, madam, but there were no children in the house, and you couldn’t go in there either.”

“no no.”

I struggled inwardly and shook my head.

their hands. not.

In the interrogation room I was in, there were three detectives, one with a beard with shaved bangs was standing in front of me, a second man was looking worried, and the second detective was a woman.

The black and white suit made him look more stylish and he leaned on the table and looked at me. My silence drove them crazy. Even though they tried to hide it, I stayed in the room for almost half an hour and was speechless.

No sound passed my lips, I cried and tears flowed from my eyes. I looked at the wall above the bearded inspector.

– When should we wait? existence

It’s been thirty minutes.”

A movement was like an emotion.

“Give him more time and he’s still shell-shocked.”

A female interrogator spoke to him and I heard her growl. “He said his son lived with an old woman.”

He looked worried. “How can we be sure it’s true?”

I stopped to reach over the chair to hit him, and his hand pressed against my thigh. Mrs. Potter is dead, Kaden is gone, and this lunatic isn’t helping my situation. “I heard there were toys and a nursery in the house, but there were no children in the house.”

She told him but he said nothing and was already there

make me suspect

“I’ve been here for about 30 minutes, please tell me.”

The person in front of me prayed. ‘We can’t help you find your son…

You’re not giving us the answers we need.

Your answer will help you find your child and the killer.”

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and nodded. If my answer helps them find Cayden, I’ll tell them whatever they want to know and everything. “the water?”

– I muttered in a hoarse voice.

The detective smiled and left.

“in the end.” That bastard moaned behind me. He came back with a bottle of water, I drank it and threw the empty bottle on the table.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded at them. “good”.

The bearded officer leaned forward, placed his hands on the table and shouted.

“I’m Detective Dean Clooney. This is…

Detective Emily Sanders and her…

Detective James Luke.

I avoided seeing the castle. ‘Before we begin, I want you to know that all of these conversations are being recorded. Thank you for your cooperation.”

Detective Clooney explained. “good.”

Emily took out her notebook and pen. – Please tell me your name first. “Chloe Simpson”.

“What is your relationship with Mrs. Potter?”

Ever since Kayden got involved, I told them everything. “So he offered to help you hide your child?”

Emily looked at me strangely and asked. “Yes”.

“Why can’t you get past 9?”

James asked as he stepped forward. “Caiden’s has a bedtime so it’s 8:30.”

He nodded slowly at my answer.

“Then you mean no one knows about him but you two?”

– Well, no more.

“Can you elaborate on the answer?”

“His dad knew that a few days ago and so did my best friend.”

I wasn’t sure if I should include Ryan or not. Vina was afraid of her, and why would anyone want to hurt Mrs. Porter? “That is all?”

Emily asked, scribbling something down on her notepad.

“No, there’s a guy named Ryan.”

It doesn’t matter if I’m locked up, I’ll do it for my baby. I told them everything that happened with Ryan. After I finished they all looked at each other and I knew I was going to jail. “So when was the last time you saw him?” Dean asked.

– Tuesday morning before work.

“When was the last time you visited Madame Kahan?” goalkeeper? James asked.

“yesterday”. “hour?”

“About seven.”

“When you left?”

– From ten to nine.

– Did he call you, or did you talk on the phone after that day?

“Not”.

“Did she have a bad relationship with someone or is someone else coming?”

“Nobody knows.”

“You said you would protect your son from his father, so I guess the situation for you two was not good.”

“Yes”.

“Did you threaten to do something after you found out?”

“Not”.

– You said you have a mental problem?

“Yes but”

“Okay, that’s all for now.”

Emily cut in and wouldn’t let me finish. “Mrs. Simpson, I’m sorry, but I have to take you as a private hostage.”

“Okay, but if you find my son, can’t you do that?” Please.’

‘Given the circumstances and the paranoia, I am being held on bail but I have to spend 48 hours in jail before I can be released on bail. Please let me know if you have any relatives or friends you would like to invite to the rescue.”

Detective Dean said. – Okay, please find my baby. I told Emily more. “We promise to find your son. If you need a restraining order for your ex, we will.”

“No, I don’t need that.”

Wait. Did you see Tristan as a suspect? I gave both wrists to Detective James…

Handcuffs, he must be dying.

I filled out the paperwork and grabbed my mug before leaving the room and was escorted down to the cell. – We’ll find him.

They told me before they left.

I cry when I think about Kayden. is he still alive? Was her captor a good person to her?

I sat on the cold floor and cried. It’s my fault, I didn’t know when Tristan would react

He hears the news.

I mourned my time in prison

I refused

Babies in every prison. The guard ate it all and asked what it was.

Mine

I received it the next day

phone. I called Adrian and explained:

he and everything he promised

rescue Me I spent another 12 hours

officer

someone came

free me take me

I give up. Tell me please

I walked down the hall with a headache. swollen

– cash.

I saw Tristan and he stood up.

sofa near the waiting room

he walked towards me

I burst into tears and for a few seconds it got worse than before. What if he doesn’t see his father anymore? Everything will be my fault, everything will be my fault. “Hello.”

He said he stopped in front of me so I walked up to him and hugged him. He was surprised by my actions so he froze at first and hugged me again.

– Someone took it.

I cried and buried my face in his chest. “Adrian told me everything, we will find out”

I promise him. An orange alert was sent yesterday.”

He drove the car and told me. I averted his gaze and nodded knowing that Tristan would blame me. This was the perfect opportunity for him to tell me what a bad mother I am.

– I do not know what happened. I cried “I… this… is my fault”

I cried

“No, it is not. We will find her.”

He wiped my tears with his thumb and hugged me. It doesn’t matter if I hate him now, I just need some comfort. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.”

I hit him in the chest and that was it

I have no one to blame but myself. Ms. Potter died for me and my adorable child left because of me.

I hugged her tightly and cried a lot. “Okay, we’ll find him.”

he whispered behind my back.

I didn’t expect it to be good. Tristan I knew would lose it and scold me. – Stop crying, we will find him.

He gently stroked my hair. It felt good to have someone here and I had the safety and shoulders to cry on.

After a while, I looked back at the old cloth, smelled it, and retreated. “What did the police say?” I asked.

‘They are still investigating and have not found any leads. She said she was shot in the head.”

I tried to hold back my tears, but I couldn’t.

He reached into his pocket and handed me a handkerchief. I put it in my mouth. thanks

“Do they have any suspects?” “Not”.

And what about Ryan? – Wait here, I’ll talk to the sheriff.

I nodded and sat down.

Was Ryan behind you? Is this his revenge for what I did? God, it hurts so bad. I combed my hair with one hand and leaned back in my chair.

Tristan returned a few minutes later and we quietly left the building. Morris brought the car, we drove, and Tristan still seemed to hate driving.

We kept some distance between us in the car and the silence in the car became suffocating and Morris had to turn on the radio. I saw her smile when our eyes met in the mirror.

I looked at Tristan, who looked troubled. She stomped her feet on the floor, groaned from time to time and tapped her thighs with her fingers.

I looked back and saw that he was angry…

I’m surprised he didn’t take it

than me. If she loses another child, she will never forgive me.

The car stopped in front of my apartment, which is the last place I want to stay. peace and a million

Thoughts run through my head

it’s driving me crazy

I still didn’t know how to ask him to stay or take him home. I opened the door and got out. We didn’t say anything to each other. He was thinking, did he know the car had stopped? I walked towards the building, smiling weakly at Maurice. I was so scared, but what if Ryan comes too? Feeling paranoid, I got into the elevator with my heart pounding.

I ran just as the elevator was about to close. I quickly left the building to meet them.

I staggered back from the shock and hit my chest hard. – Is someone following you?

I looked at Tristan looking behind me and around the building.

“No, did you mean to ask if I could stay with you for a few days?” I feel particularly insecure here.

Bean is gone.”

“Of course I wanted to come check on you. Is there anything you need in the apartment?”

– Yes, clothes.

The elevator was quiet and my heart pounded as I opened the apartment door. This place is quiet and everything is broken and upside down. I gasped and looked at what was left of my apartment. “Let’s go.”

Tristan took my hand and led me to the elevator.

A deep silence followed his visit home. Tristan walked past me as I entered the house. Fear slowly crept over me and Kaiden was unforgivable. This person is following me. I have terrible headaches and body aches.

All of this made me feel like my eyes were swelling. I grabbed the railing of the stairs and hit my head.

I held my head straight and groaned as I stood on the stairs. “Are you ok?” “It’s just my head.”

He took my left hand and helped me into the living room.

I lay down in bed and closed my eyes to erase the memories of this place. Tristan returned later after quickly taking painkillers and sedatives. I laid down with both of us and he took a blanket and sat next to me. – Sorry. I apologized quietly.

“Don’t worry, people are looking for him.”

“I shouldn’t have looked for him here.”

I spoke and tried to stand up. “cash.” stopped me

“You’re not feeling well right now, so rest while Maurice and I take another look around you.”

– You remembered his face.

“It’s hard to forget. His photos were also in the news. We’ll find him, I promise.”

He flashed me a gentle smile. “Come on, I’ll be right back.”

He gently took my hand and left the room.

I found myself wearing the red shirt and gray sweats that Tristan had given me. I looked for my son in the morning, but no one saw him. Tristan took me home at sunset

very hot. After taking a bath and staying in his room, he was worried about Kaiden and couldn’t even imagine what he was going through right now.

Tears ran down my nose and fell on the pillow. There was a knock on the door and I ignored it.

– cash?

Tristan shouted a knock and when I didn’t answer he opened the door. “If you keep crying, your head doesn’t hurt”

she said as she went to bed.

“Do you know what he’s going through?” He only has two. What if the person starves her or yells at her? There’s no one to hold you.”

Tristan cut me off to get up on the bed and lay down next to me and put his arms around me

around me.

I approached crying and my world came crashing down. “We’ll find him, I promise.” he said softly.

We nodded as if his words were true and sat quietly, contemplating each other’s thoughts. – I’m here for breakfast.

he said after a while.

“If you bring me here, I’ll send Maurice . . .”

“OK, let’s go.”

Morris smiled as we entered the restaurant and the bell rang as soon as we sat down. Morris went to open the door and I heard voices in the living room. I recognized the voices of Detective Emily and Detective James. Morris returns and tells Tristan that he has a guest. I went with him because I wanted to know why they came. When we entered the living room, they both looked at us and smiled. They were surprised to see me but didn’t say anything. “Hello, do I know someone?” Tristan asked.

“No, I’m Detective Emily.” This is my partner, Detective James.

“Did you find anything about my son?” “No, not yet.”

– Then why are you here? he said angrily. “I’m sorry to interrupt your breakfast. I’d like you to accompany us back to the station to answer a few questions about your son’s disappearance and the murder of Mrs. Hermione Potter.”

he said in a breath. – Sorry?

Tristan raised an eyebrow at them. “It won’t take long, I promise.” “Okay, but I’m going to call my lawyer.” “Sure you can.”

“I will go with you.”

I told them to be careful. – I’m not here. I do not feel well.

I saw him leave with them and I lost my appetite and went back to my room.

Tristan returned in the afternoon and didn’t say much. He said he wanted to know where he was on the night of the murder.

I skipped breakfast and lunch and was hungry before dinner was ready. I was forced into the living room

I watch the news and check my phone every second for messages about the missing child.

Tristan was in the kitchen with Morris and I had no idea what they were cooking. The doorbell rang several times, and the man was impatient.

When I woke up, Morris had left the kitchen. “Miss Simpson?”

He rang the doorbell. “Yes, Maurice?”

“I think you should see this.”

I got up and headed for the door. I couldn’t believe my eyes. – Where?

She was standing outside the door wearing a red sweater and jeans, licking rainbow candy.