A whole week had passed, and Samantha was still locked up in her ward, refusing to see anyone, with her back only turned to the door, and giving Declan the privilege to glimpse at her from the blinds.Declan had begged the doctor to allow him to see her, even against her will, but he would not let him. "She might become violent, and that is not what we want," Doctor Pat said. For a while, Declan was quiet. It was possible that he was not hearing alright. "Are you trying to say that my wife is losing her mind?" He asked the doctor. He was silent for a while."I did not mean for you to find out this way, but the past loss and these present losses are too much for her to handle," Doctor Pat explained. "It has tampered with her mind in some way, and if she gets upset any further, she might flare up," he added.Declan was rendered speechless for a while. This was all too much for him to handle. Here was his wife, a woman that he thought he would live the happiest moments of his life w
Hannah had just seen her children off to school. She was grateful for the bus, and it eased her stress.When the school year started, she was saddled with the responsibility of driving them every day.Declan had promised to get her a driver, but he never seemed to remember it because of how busy he was with work.He had been her major source of support and had asked her not to bother about anything.He had put a roof over her head, bought her everything she and the kids needed, gave her a monthly allowance, and she was to begin to work the following month in Doctor Pat's office, courtesy of him.He had accepted her and the kids
Daniel was on the loose. He felt like Superman, who had suddenly escaped everything that was thrown at him.He had tactfully answered the questions of the detectives at the police station, and he had gotten them so confused that they had no other option but to let him go.He was afraid nevertheless that they might charge him to court, and he needed something stronger to stand his ground than his little tricks every time.He arrived at the office early on the Monday morning of the first week of the first month.Everyone respected his presence as a son of Ferdinand, and he gloried in it.He demanded to be shown to the office that was meant f
Hannah had decided that she was in her self-discovery phase, but she could not seem to get Dante on track concerning that.Samson had tried to talk to her for days and had even sought Declan's help to get her to meet him.She had given him an audience once because of Declan that seemed open to help no matter the difficult time he was going through.He had told her that they should work on their relationship and assured her that he loved her kids.She would not hear of it. She remained her stand that she wanted to find herself and know her person.Most of her excuses did not make sense to her too, but she only craved something different.
Declan stepped into the bedroom for the third time that day, and Samantha had not moved a muscle. She still lay there, facing the balcony, and he was not sure that she was awake already.Ever since they came home from the hospital, she had been unusually quiet and had not been engaging. The maids complained of her reluctance to have a bath or eat something.Declan was not ready to upset her either. He let her be and asked them to allow her to do her thing until she was fine. He knew she needed help but he would not send her away. He had brought in a doctor instead, one that was heavily paid to help her.He had met her on a few occasions as she talked to herself. She would sit on the balcony and speak into the air, laughing hysterically at intervals. It hurt him, that the woman he loved so much was beginning to go mad. It embarrassed him.He had once had a meeting with his clients in the living room, and as the meeting went on peacefully, he saw the eyes of his clients fixed behind
As soon as Abigail left the house, Declan went to the bedroom where he had kept Samantha. He stepped in very quietly. Her legs were wrapped in bandages that helped to stop the bleeding. She was fast asleep on her side, and he crept up behind her and held her, planting a kiss on her cheek before he held her close to him."You're here," she said in a sleepy voice with her eyes still closed. "I'll always be here, baby," he said to her, snuggling her to himself and closing any iota of distance between them.They lay in silence for a while, listening to each other's heartbeat for a while before Declan finally summoned the courage to break the news to her."I have decided for you to get help," he said to her. She did not move for the first few seconds. Declan checked if she was asleep. Her eyelids quivered, and it suggested that she was still awake."I'll take you there myself the day after tomorrow," he said again. "I'm going to miss you," he added. She stirred and turned around to fac
Daniel had searched the house for the files that contained his business deals. It already had his signature and that of his partner, and he knew that if it got into the wrong hands, he could be in danger.He tried to reminisce about the events of the day he was arrested. Abigail had come into the station shortly after he was arrested, and he knew immediately that she was responsible for hiding away his files. She could easily detect what was in it and use it against him, and he could be in deep trouble if it was found out, not just with the police, but with his business partners.To ensure that their tracks were adequately covered, they would kill him and probably burn him to pieces, or chop his body into tiny bits. He called Abigail immediately, and she picked up on the first ring."I think you have something that is mine," he said to her, without any exchange of pleasantries. He heard her scoff and went silent. He could only hear soft taps on a computer keyboard, and he suggest
Patricia froze as she looked up at Daniel with the gun in his hand. She knew he was a lunatic and would pull the trigger if she disobeyed him and made a sound. She had her hand to her mouth as she pleaded with him to let go of her son.It was his son too but Daniel did not care about the child. If Damian stood in the way of his plan, he would end his life right on the spot without a second thought. It was the extent of his brutality.She silently prayed that someone was watching the CCTV footage at that time, but she knew that the room was empty most of the time because the house was always secure."Is there another exit?" He asked her with the gun still pointed at her. She shook her head in astute confusion."You think I'm here to play?" He asked her in a stern voice. "I'll put a hold through your head if you refuse to tell me what I needed to know," he said, still livid. Damian began to cry out aloud, and Daniel rocked him gently, but he would not keep shut."Show me the door," he