Vullnet_Demiri

As the life within me was on the brink of entering the world, my husband was absent, engrossed in the pursuit of gifts. Not for me, but for a woman he referred to as his eternal flame, lost and now found.His final words to me were laced with animosity as he bellowed, "What now? Enough with your tricks! Keep your distance from me! Even if you're on the brink of death, do not presume to interrupt me!"A mere seven days later, a chilling case arrived at his desk. A pregnant woman had been brutally dismembered, a display of violence that shocked the conscience. The investigation unveiled a killer with a deranged mind, one who seemed to grasp police strategy and found joy in inflicting pain. The intentional provocation to law enforcement, the precise cruelty, all suggested a vengeful murder. However, the reality was far more terrifying. The victim, the woman torn apart, was none other than his own wife, the one he had reviled with such venom.

After I Die, I Still Love Jayden

The city was a labyrinth of Neon and shadow,a place where secrets lurked in every corner and danger hid in the guise of safety. Jayden moved through the streets, his footsteps echoing off the concrete, a solitary beat that matched the rhythm of his racing heart. The air was cool, a stark contrast to the fire burning in his veins, a fire fueled by determination and a deep-seated need for the truth.

He stood across from the old warehouse, its crumbling walls and shattered windows a testament to the passage of time and the ravages of neglect. The building was a relic, a silent sentinel that held secrets within its decaying walls.

His eyes scanned the area, taking in the details. The warehouse was isolated, surrounded by a sea of abandoned lots and overgrown weeds. It was the perfect place for illicit activities, a haven for those who wished to operate in the shadows.

He approached the building, his movements slow and deliberate, his heart pounding in his chest. He was about to confront the unknown, to peel back the layers of deceit and find the truth that had been hidden for so long.

The door to the warehouse was ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the night. Jayden pushed it open, the hinges creaking softly in the silence. The sound was a stark contrast to the pounding of his heart, a rhythm that seemed to echo off the walls.

Inside, the warehouse was a maze of shadows and machinery, the remnants of its industrial past. The air was thick with dust and the scent of rust, the echo of long-forgotten machinery.

His eyes scanned the room, taking in the details. In the center of the warehouse was a table, covered in papers and files, a map of the city spread out across it. The walls were lined with shelves, filled with boxes and containers, their contents hidden in the shadows.

He moved further into the warehouse, his eyes catching on a name written on one of the papers. It was a name he recognized, a name that sent a chill down his spine.

His heart pounded as he read the name, his eyes scanning the rest of the paper. It was a report, a detailed account of Samara's movements, her activities, her life.

He flipped through the pages, his eyes catching on a photo of Samara, her face filled with fear, her eyes wide with terror.

His heart ached as he looked at the photo, a sense of dread settling in his gut. This was no simple missing person's case. This was something more, something that went deeper than he could have ever imagined.

He continued reading, his eyes catching on a detail that made his blood run cold. It was a note, scribbled in the margin of the report.

"We have her. And we will use her to bring down the captain."

His heart pounded as he read the words, a sense of urgency filling him. They had Samara, and they were using her to get to him.

He had to find her, had to bring her home safe. But first, he needed to find Yve, to get the answers he so desperately sought.

He left the warehouse, the quiet stillness of the night wrapping around him like a shroud. But he wasn't alone, not anymore. He had a name, a lead, and he was one step closer to finding the truth.

As he walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, that there was someone else out there in the shadows, someone who knew more than they were saying.

He quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to find Samara, had to bring her home safe. But he also had to be careful, because in this game of shadows and lies, one wrong move could cost him everything.

Chapter 10: The Tangled Strings