Mr Ceo's Pregnant Ex-wife

Chapter 133 - IN DANGER 2

Chapter 133 - IN DANGER 2

When my eyes fluttered open, the first thing that came across my view was the hazy white ceiling. After blinking several times, the blur didn't fade so I was forced to close my eyes again and wait a few seconds until my vision cleared.

Hell, where am I? What happened? I don't remember a single thing. I just woke up sprawled on the floor wondering how I came to this place.

After a few minutes my eyes opened. This time my sight was as clear as the morning blue sky. The familiar sky blue walls, the king size bed, the minibar at the corner, and the portrait of a woman hanging on the wall greeted my eyes as it scanned the room.

I don't need to see anything to know that I was in the Greyson Mansion—inside my room.

What?am I doing here? I swore not to return in this hellhole unless it's a matter of life and death situation.

I tried to get up but my weak limbs were unprepared and I fell back to the floor. My whole body numb and my head pounded painfully. I wonder how long I'd been sprawled on the cold, hard floor.

The eerie silence inside the room was deafening. And a dark aura appeared all over the place. The faint light emanating from the vinetian blinds confirmed it was nearly six in the afternoon and the sun was beginning to set.

After summoning all the strength I could muster, I forced myself to get up, this time I succeeded. My hands suddenly came in contact with a warm?liquid.?My head snapped to investigate only to discover the pool of fresh blood that gathered within my reach.

The morbid sight sent chills down my spine. When I looked into my hands, I realized it was soaked with blood. But it was not the blood that scared me the most—it was the ten inch knife I'm holding.

My fear grew into the size of a monster. Frozen to my place, I simply stared at it with eyes wide and unblinking while expecting it to magically disappear. Unfortunately it did not vanish. Instead, the more I look at it, the more it becomes real.

Thump! Thump!

Thump! Thump!

My heartbeat was so loud that it filled the whole room.

Is this real or is it a nightmare? How did this happen?

I pushed my body up until I regained my balance and stood on my feet. I nearly lost my balance when I stumbled on the unconscious body on the floor.

The knife in my hands slipped out of my hold. It collided with the tiled floor with a piercing clatter.

Clad in an exquisite white dress and lying in the pool of blood was Angela. Blood leaking on the grievous wound on her chest.

The chilling scent of death and murder reeked through the heavy atmosphere. We are the only people inside the room. It's most likely I murdered her.

But… But… I can't remember anything!

I can't possibly attack a defenseless woman and then stab her multiple times until she collapses on the floor.

My stomach turned upside down and bile rose on my throat. Unable to take more of the morbid scene, I looked away. My feet refused to move as if a spell was cast to immobilize them.?The sound sirens sounded in the distance. Yet, I still didn't move in my place.

The surreal events seem to happen fast forward.

Hurried footsteps sounded on the hallway followed by the urgent knock on the door. They were ordering me to open the door but I didn't even move an inch.

I don't know what to do at the moment. The shock numbed my whole body and it made my brain stop functioning.

The door was kicked until it opened. The next thing?I know, half a dozen uniformed men entered the room and I was forced on my knees and secured my wrists with handcuffs.

I don't understand what their trying to say. My mind went numb as well.

I didn't struggle. I allowed them to drag me outside the room then across the foyer where I?saw Samantha—my stepmother— furiously waiting.

Slap!

The immediate attack on my face made my cheeks numb in pain. Her laser-sharp eyes slice through me. I didn't even blink as I fought her gaze.

"I cursed you to rot in hell for killing your step-brother's wife! I swear, I will not allow you to escape, I will make sure justice is served." Her screams could be heard all the way to the third floor of the mansion.

"I. Did. Not. Kill. Angela." Finally, I recovered my voice and I stressed each word so she would understand.

"And you think I would believe you?" The room reverberated with her hysterical laughter. "You think I'm stupid?" She added, her squinted eyes surveyed my blood-stained shirt. Her fingers curled into a tight ball. Her jaw furiously clenched.

"I'm not gonna force you to change your beliefs. I don't care about your opinion." I retorted ferociously then turned to the police officers, "Should we leave?"

The men led me to the door.

I ignored Samantha's angry outburst behind me and allowed myself to be dragged.

"Insolent! I will make sure you will spend the rest of your life behind bars!" She yelled furiously. I pretended not to hear her, which angered her more.

I climbed into the car and settled into the backseat. A police officer sat beside me before the car moved forward.

Now that my shock subsided I tried to recall what exactly happened until my head hurt. But no matter how hard I force myself to remember what exactly happened, I still couldn't remember a single thing.

The police car skidded to a stop in front of the police station. I climbed out of the car and I was ushered inside the building.

I must force myself to recall the events or else I would be charged with murder…. Murder which I didn't even commit.

But if I'm not the one who murdered Angela, then who else did?