eaded into her bedroom. Her fingers tightened around her phone which was held up to her ear, "I'm tired of waitin
s, she wondered how she'd managed to stay married to him all those
decision. She'd been young and stupid and she'd honestly thought that she loved him... Or the man she thought he was, but six months after their wedding she'd painfully realized that Ch
f again, and had even gone back to her job as a writer, but now she wanted to be free of Christopher once and for all. She'd gotten a divorce lawyer and sent Christopher the divorce papers, but Christopher was takin
m in an agitated manner. "Stop laughing. I'm not in
said, in that voice of his that she'd grown to
anessa repeated, "It's
me over this evening and we can have dinner together. I still belie
en separated for a year already and I think it's time to put an end to this whole thing. Sign those papers, or you wi
a? Force me? Kill me?" he chuckled, "Oh,
hy did everything have to be so hard with him? She knew why; he was a misogynistic, narcissistic, brute who always wanted everyt
hen and began to make herself dinner. She'd eat, have some wine and do some writing before retiring for the day. She was cutting up some vegetables when the
tell that something horrible had happened. She tried to stay calm as she ope
hem as they both held up their ID cards for her to see, "
at faster, "I don't underst
ning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney.
t was impossible to believe. She'd just spoken
to call my lawyer," she said, wh
hat at the station.
was dreaming, she told herself over and over again. This couldn't be happening. She had never been arrested befor. That wouldn't do her any good. In fact, it would only give them more reasons to believe that she'd killed Christo
he conversation she'd had with Christopher that evening, her blood ran cold. It would be harder now to prove to the polic
right now was, who the hell had m