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The other side was silence, Jeremy looked at the screen and saw that it was an unknown number. He frowned.

" Who is it? " He groaned but the other side just hanged up. At that time Gizzel came out of the bath with only short towel wrapped around her chest. Jeremy stared at her wet hair and swallowed hard. Gizzel walked closer with her eyes locked on Jeremy, she had this puzzled look as she spoke. " Why are you here?"

" I thought I should send that money in person ".

Upon hearing that Gizzel smiled, she was very satisfied with his reply, as long as she could get what she wants, spreading her legs was a small price to pay.

She moved closer to Jeremy and kissed him, seeing her advances Jeremy was aroused, His wife isn't pleasing to eyes at all, unlike this beauty she was like a low level garbage. As they dive deeper into each other's bodies suddenly a there was a vibration.

The ringing of Gizzel's phone echoed through the cluttered bed room, a jarring interruption to the scene unfolding on the worn sofa at the corner.

Jeremy, his shirt half-unbuttoned, reached for the device, his expression a mix of annoyance and anticipation. He knew it was Gizzel's, and the knowledge sent a jolt of illicit excitement through him.

"Yeah?" he growled into the receiver, his voice rough.

A crisp, professional voice responded, "Is this Gizzel's phone?"

Jeremy frowned. "Who's asking?"

"I'm calling on behalf of the church," the voice continued, unwavering. "We'd like to offer prayers for her late husband."

A cold dread settled over Jeremy. Gizzel's husband, dead. Two nights ago. And here he was, entangled with her in the very home where he'd likely lived for half of his life. He hung up abruptly, the phone clattering onto the small desk. He glanced at Gizzel, her face flushed, her eyes wide with a mixture of worry and confusion.

"What was that?" she asked, her voice carried a little bit of annoyance and fear.

"The church," he muttered, his mind racing. "They want to… pray."

The air in the room thickened, the weight of their secret pressing down on them. They were supposed to be mourning, not indulging in clandestine trysts. The timing, the caller's tone, it all felt… wrong somehow, but they didn't know what was it yet .

.....

Meanwhile, Hazel, was busy with shores, her children has been acting up lately and she was helplessly about it, the scolding won't work so she just let them be , as for her husband. As long as he doesn't cheat , she would turn a blind eye to his unspeakable behavior.

After her shores, Later that day, Hazel found herself walking along a quiet path, the events of the morning replaying in her mind. She needed to clear her head, to try and make sense of the tangled web of confusion about her feelings. As she walked, she noticed two figures in the distance, their silhouettes familiar. It was Wren and her assistant. They seem to be heading to their car.

Hazel paused, a faint smile she raises her hand and touched her lips. She remembered their brief interaction earlier that day, At Gizzel's garden. Wren had been kind, her words soothing. She had been there for Hazel when she wanted someone to lean on ,that made Hazel felt safe.

As she approached, Wren turned, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "Hazel," she said, her voice warm. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Hello," Hazel replied, her smile widening. "I was just taking a walk."

"Perfect timing," Wren said, gesturing towards a small café nearby. "We were just about to get some coffee. Would you like to join us?"

Her assistant shot Wren a glare, ' Weren't we busy investigating the murder, do we even have a time for coffee? ' She then rolled her eyes and swallowed. She can't say her thoughts out loud.

Hazel hesitated for a moment, then nodded. " Am I even allowed to refuse?."

Wren smiled at her. " Not a chance " She replied .

Inside the café, the air was filled with the rich aroma of coffee and the soft murmur of conversation. Wren and her assistant settled into a booth, and Hazel slid in opposite them.

"So," Wren began, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest. "How have you been?"

Hazel recounted the events of her life briefly, She thoughts that Wren is the pastor and she might be able to help. Two children's presence at Gizzel's house, her growing suspicions about the third part. And how she suspected her husband of cheating. Wren listened intently, her expression thoughtful.

"It does sound… concerning," Wren said, her voice low. "But perhaps it's best not to jump to conclusions."

"But what if it's not a coincidence?" Hazel asked, her voice laced with anxiety. "What if they… what if they did something to them, maybe whoever is corrupting them is also connected to my husband?"

Wrem fliched quickly hearing her calling someone else ' Husband ' but it was too quick to notice.

"It's possible," Wren acknowledged.

Her gaze steady. "But until we have more information, it's best to remain calm. I will have to talk to lord to see what he says about it."

Her assistant, however, seemed less inclined to dismiss Hazel's concerns. "It's really suspicious," she interjected, her voice sharp. "The timing, the secrecy… it all points to something more."

Wren gave her assistant a gentle but firm look. "We must be cautious," she said. "Accusations without evidence can be dangerous."

Hazel felt a sense of relief wash over her. Wren's calm demeanor was reassuring, her words a balm to her troubled mind. She trusted Wren, she felt safe with her without knowing why.

As they talked, Wren subtly steered the conversation away from Gizzel and Jeremy, focusing instead on Hazel's own life, her struggles, her dreams. She listened with rapt attention, her eyes filled with empathy.

"You're a strong woman, Hazel," she said, her voice soft. "You've been through so much, and yet you're still standing."

Hazel felt a warmth spread through her chest, a sense of validation she hadn't felt in a long time. Wren's words were like a gentle caress, soothing her wounds and bolstering her spirits.

As they finished their coffee, Wren extended a hand towards Hazel. "If you ever need anything," she said, her voice sincere, "don't hesitate to call me."

Hazel took her hand, a feeling of gratitude washing over her. "Thank you, Wren," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "You've been so kind. Am ashamed of myself for being rude earlier , That wasn't the usual me , am so sorry " .

" It's okay, you don't have to worry ".

As Hazel walked away, Wren watched her with a knowing smile. The seeds of doubt had been planted, the groundwork laid. Hazel was vulnerable, and Wren was ready to guide her, to shape her, to claim her. The game had begun.

" Wait!" Wren suddenly called out.