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I couldn’t believe he was attempting to cover for Nina. I was about to confront him about it when tears streamed down my face.
“How can you? Are you even human, and are you still my husband?
“Your mistress murdered your son. I can’t even have children anymore. And you’re still on her side?
“Marshall, have you ever really loved me?”
Marshall clutched my hand, looking torn as he begged me in hushed tones, “Sasha, I’m not taking her side. We can’t let this get out, or my bigamy will be exposed, and Nina’s career as a reporter will be over.”
“You have just lost a child. You can’t afford to lose your husband either, can you?
“The baby was my son too. I swear to you, I’ll get you justice. But first, we’ve got to deal with the cops.”
His true colours were revealed, and they were ugly.
My heart was in pieces.
I couldn’t find the words to express how revolting he was.
He noticed that I was not moving. His eyes narrowed, and he inhaled deeply. “Your brother’s been working his tail off. He hasn’t even got a car or a house. I can cover that. And your mom’s old house. You know, the one you’ve been wanting to fix up? I’ll foot the bill! Oh, and there’s more-”
“Are you trying to buy me off?” I interrupted him, seeing right through him. “I can’t have children anymore; how much do you think that is worth?
“You let that homewrecker into our lives, ruined my reputation, and denied me the opportunity to be a mother. Marshall, how much do you think can make up for that?”
Marshall looked me over, his expression darkening, and his grip on my hand relaxed.
“The baby is gone, and you aren’t taking some of the blame?
“What do you do all day besides chores? You don’t care about your appearance, and you don’t understand the grind of the working world. I’m too ashamed to show you off, and I can’t even think of anything to talk about with you!
“Sasha, even if you could no longer have children, I never said I wanted a divorce. What else do you want?”
He twisted the story in a few sentences, blaming me and warning me not to push too hard while he still had some feelings, or I would be left with nothing.
The cop approached with a solemn expression. “Ms. Brooks, we looked into what happened before you lost your baby. Ms. Warren did not touch you, and the doctor found no evidence of an attack on you. However, your miscarriage is undoubtedly related to Ms. Warren’s interview. We recommend that you take this to court.
Nina’s lips twisted into a smug smile, relieved she had not given in to the urge to hit me and had instead messed with my head. The part where she tripped me, causing my fall, was not captured on camera, so there was no evidence.
Then she let loose: “Officer, I, too, am a victim.” I didn’t even realise she was Marshall’s wife, so how could I spread rumours? As a reporter, I’m constantly exposing injustices. I just want to stand up for my rights.”
She was slick, I will admit.
She managed to avoid the accusation of spreading rumours that I levelled at her.
The cop gave Marshall a piece of his mind, his expression stern.
Then he was gone.
“How can you? Are you even human, and are you still my husband?
“Your mistress murdered your son. I can’t even have children anymore. And you’re still on her side?
“Marshall, have you ever really loved me?”
Marshall clutched my hand, looking torn as he begged me in hushed tones, “Sasha, I’m not taking her side. We can’t let this get out, or my bigamy will be exposed, and Nina’s career as a reporter will be over.”
“You have just lost a child. You can’t afford to lose your husband either, can you?
“The baby was my son too. I swear to you, I’ll get you justice. But first, we’ve got to deal with the cops.”
His true colours were revealed, and they were ugly.
My heart was in pieces.
I couldn’t find the words to express how revolting he was.
He noticed that I was not moving. His eyes narrowed, and he inhaled deeply. “Your brother’s been working his tail off. He hasn’t even got a car or a house. I can cover that. And your mom’s old house. You know, the one you’ve been wanting to fix up? I’ll foot the bill! Oh, and there’s more-”
“Are you trying to buy me off?” I interrupted him, seeing right through him. “I can’t have children anymore; how much do you think that is worth?
“You let that homewrecker into our lives, ruined my reputation, and denied me the opportunity to be a mother. Marshall, how much do you think can make up for that?”
Marshall looked me over, his expression darkening, and his grip on my hand relaxed.
“The baby is gone, and you aren’t taking some of the blame?
“What do you do all day besides chores? You don’t care about your appearance, and you don’t understand the grind of the working world. I’m too ashamed to show you off, and I can’t even think of anything to talk about with you!
“Sasha, even if you could no longer have children, I never said I wanted a divorce. What else do you want?”
He twisted the story in a few sentences, blaming me and warning me not to push too hard while he still had some feelings, or I would be left with nothing.
The cop approached with a solemn expression. “Ms. Brooks, we looked into what happened before you lost your baby. Ms. Warren did not touch you, and the doctor found no evidence of an attack on you. However, your miscarriage is undoubtedly related to Ms. Warren’s interview. We recommend that you take this to court.
Nina’s lips twisted into a smug smile, relieved she had not given in to the urge to hit me and had instead messed with my head. The part where she tripped me, causing my fall, was not captured on camera, so there was no evidence.
Then she let loose: “Officer, I, too, am a victim.” I didn’t even realise she was Marshall’s wife, so how could I spread rumours? As a reporter, I’m constantly exposing injustices. I just want to stand up for my rights.”
She was slick, I will admit.
She managed to avoid the accusation of spreading rumours that I levelled at her.
The cop gave Marshall a piece of his mind, his expression stern.
Then he was gone.