“How could this happen?” I cried while hugging Daniel. “What am I supposed to do without Martin? How are we going to live?”
However, my sadness was merely a mask. Deep down inside, I was positively overjoyed.
Martin sure knew how to cover his tracks. Here he was pretending to have been arrested when he went over to apologize. That way, he wouldn’t actually end up in police custody.
“Mom, I want to see Martin,” I said to Patricia.
She quickly dismissed that idea by saying, “The police said he’s not allowed to meet with his family right now.”
Her eyes flickered in thought before she suggested, “Since Martin has been arrested, it’s best if we can provide the victim’s family with some financial compensation. That way, he can get a lighter sentence too.”
While wiping her tears, she quickly shot a look at Daniel, who instantly started wailing. He grabbed my hand and said, “Mommy, you need to save Daddy!”
I sneered to myself. What a brilliant scheme this was. Patricia was clearly expecting me to give money to Whitney and her child. She was playing me for a fool!
Nodding, I said, “You’re right, Mom. I’ll go get the debit card.”
As I turned back into the bedroom, Patricia’s eyes flashed with glee.
I grabbed the debit card, but after mulling it over briefly, I set it back down and took the evidence in Martin’s desk drawer instead.
Soon, we arrived at Whitney’s house. She opened the door with a look of grief, but I detected the same haughtiness I always sensed from her in my previous lifetime.
While glaring at us, she questioned, “Why did you come here? Have you not done enough to hurt my child and me already?”
She was holding the hand of a scrawny little girl while acting all emotional and despairing. Anyone who didn’t know the truth would truly believe she was having a hard time after her husband had died.
Upon hearing what Whitney said, Patricia kneeled before her. She pulled Daniel down with her.
Sniffling, she said, “Whitney, we know this is all our fault. We have done a terrible thing to you and your family. You can do whatever you want to me. You can even beat me up if you want, but please forgive Martin.”
She made a slip of the tongue that confirmed my suspicions.
However, I couldn’t believe she wanted me to get on my knees and apologize to Whitney too. What a joke! Why would I, Martin’s legally wedded wife, have to apologize to his mistress? I wasn’t an idiot!
I flung Patricia’s hand off, making her stumble. She ended up banging her head against the floor. The pain made her gasp.
“Mom, how did you know her name is Whitney?” I asked suspiciously.
Patricia’s eyes flickered. Ignoring the pain, she hastily tried to explain herself by coming up with a lie. “I-I didn’t at first, but when I brought Martin over, he told me that since we owe Whitney, we need to make it up to her.”
“That’s right. Daddy mentioned that before,” Daniel added helpfully.
I glanced at Daniel, feeling chilled to the bone.
