Noticed the way I couldn’t focus on making the right choices.
“The only person who could get it is Adelaide,” Hasan said.
“Fuck no,” I shook my head. “We’ll figure out another way.”
Adelaide would get hurt and I promised her parents I wouldn’t let that happen.
“Christian, you need to start thinking about telling her.”
She’d be devastated if she found out the truth. I could bear her anger towards me, but she’d break herself apart knowing what Eda did with her parents.
Adelaide showed herself as calm and collected, but I knew better. She shivered with the contradictions of decisions. She hated being in the face of trouble, which is why I carried them for both of us.
She only needed to know what I wanted her to know.
“We don’t need the files; we have enough evidence gathered to fucking bury them.”
“The whole point of this was to avenge your mother, wasn’t it? Pictures and proof of Adelaide’s innocence are in those files.”
Fuck. He was right.
Bank statements. Pictures. Cheques. Proof of money embezzlement. It was all enough to keep these fuckers in prison and make them lose everything.
Adelaide going into that house alone with those men never sat right with me, but we’d decided it had to be done. But her snooping on her own with them around? Fuck no.
“I’ll get them.”
“How?”
“I don’t fucking know, but I’ll get them.”
Hasan considered speaking, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table “Adelaide’s not the type to get mad if you confess the truth before she finds out herself.”
She’d put her priorities aside to make mine first.
I couldn’t let her do that.
“Adelaide would be gutted to hear the woman she loves killed her parents.”
“We don’t know that yet.”
“Rowlen showed us proof, Hasan.” Delusional thoughts were written on his face. We knew Eda wasn’t a good person, but a murderer? It never fucking crossed our minds.
“You should still tell her.”
“She doesn’t talk to me and when I try to, she gives one-word answers or doesn’t reply,” I confessed. “Tell me howthe fuck I’m supposed to tell her when she acts like a fucking brat?”
The lack of her voice in my life was equivalent to death. I needed to hear her speak to me. I needed Adelaide.
I was mad.
Frustrated.
I had so many fucking secrets and I wanted Adelaide to stay away from them as far as possible. Seeing her in so much pain was enough to put a bullet through my vein and remind me how much pain I’d caused her.
It was because of me.
The doctor told me her rupture happened once.
