Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Still, I was the senator’s daughter in law and must uphold protocol. Can’t go throwing myself into the arms of another man in public just a few short hours after my husband killed himself.
I knew my life was going to be under a microscope for the next little while and that there was yet another scene still left to play out in this farce. Still one more act to follow and even then I will never be free. I wanted to throw up.
If I could I would’ve ran out of there and hopped on the first plane leaving the city. But I had a funeral to plan. Then again, his family would see to that I’m sure.
But there was no way I couldn’t show up to the funeral no matter how much I hate the thought. I felt renewed pressure build in my chest.
Giselle
Now looking at Gavin, knowing that he still cared, was like finding a raft in the middle of the ocean after almost drowning or in my case being eaten by sharks.
From the look in his eyes as I got closer I knew that he’d already decided to no longer hide his feelings and that scared me more than anything else.
He could have no idea of the danger. Of the monster who would do anything to get me in his clutches. My body shivered for a different reason this time as I fought the nausea brought on by my thoughts.
I felt myself deflate as I realized that I still couldn’t have him no matter how much I may want him. It will only put his life in danger, the same as it had Vance. If the senator didn’t think twice about destroying his own son I don’t see that he’d think twice about hurting a stranger.
I can’t let that happen. So as soon as the funeral is over I have to find a way to escape. I have to leave everyone and everything I know behind and get as far away from the senator’s reach as I can while I still can.
Now that the cops had everything they needed and I was clear of any involvement in my husband’s death, there was nothing keeping me here. I could leave the city without a cloud hanging over my head, or any hint of suspicion.
Right on the heels of that thought came another that made my knees go weak. How could I have forgotten about his debt? That he owed everyone and their mother? And that the people he owed weren’t the nicest?
I still have no idea what he did with all the money he’d borrowed or stolen. I certainly had never seen any part of it and wouldn’t have wanted to, but will they come after me for it? Who would believe that I wasn’t enjoying the highlife right along with him with his ill-gotten gains?
I had a hard time keeping my knees from buckling and holding back this new fear. There was so much I had to be afraid of, but if I cave under pressure now I’ll be in a world of trouble. I still have to keep up this façade or else…
No, not here, I can’t think of that here or I might give myself away. I can’t let that happen or I’d only be buying myself even more trouble than I already have. I’d spent the last few hours barely hanging on by a thread, hoping there were no cracks in my story for them to pick over.
Until the lawyer showed up I was in a state of terror knowing that things would go wrong any second and I’d end up exchanging one prison for another. But Gavin had sent someone to take care of me.
Does he have any idea what that meant to me? The relief I felt? But even with the lawyer there, it was his presence behind me that had given me the strength to carry on when I felt like giving up.
Just knowing he was there, that he still cared, had gone a long way to smoothing out some of the rough edges in my tummy. For him I’d drawn on my inner strength and held it together.
But as much as I loved and appreciated him, I knew we were never going to be, that life wouldn’t allow me that happiness even more so now… No, I have to keep my thoughts from going there. At least not here of all places.
I geared myself up to face what awaited me outside. The reporters had shown up not long after the cops and I have no doubt that they’d started digging into our lives, mine and Vance’s, already in the time that had passed since his death.
The thought made my knees shake and my heart tremble. What will they find, what new hell will I have to face in the coming days? As if my life hadn’t been desperate enough.