Forced Marriage: Escaping Her Monster

In the hospital, Bobby stared at the pen drive holding it in his palm. The doctors tol him that Scarlett is fine and they are giving her the necessary treatment and she is under observation just in case. They assured him that the baby is doing well and that Scarlett is strong enough to go through the pregnancy.

He wasn't sure of it but they told him that terminating her pregnancy carries the same threat as delivering the baby. And he knew that there is no way to convince anyone even himself to terminate the pregnancy. Anyone with common sense would say this - If it is going to be a little risky nonetheless, why not try your best to save the baby and Scarlett?

He sat there rubbing his head. There is only one way to make sure they won't end up in the same crisis as now – he should do the snip.

Scarlett's family visited and they were relieved to see Scarlett is safe. Scarlett's pregnancy was news to them too. Her mother looked distressed. "What was she even planning to do hiding it?" she asked him and he could only sigh.

Yeah, what was she planning? Was she that scared of me?

Scarlett's mom took Cia with her. The doctors asked him to leave as he cannot stay with Scarlett. But he didn't want to leave the hospital. He didn't want to go home when his wife is not there.

He let out a sigh.

What a terrible day!

He was exhausted but he couldn't sleep. He scrolled through his phone to call Gordon to ask if he knows anything about the pen drive. But to his surprise, his call logs for the day has been altered, and as he observed that it coincided with the narrative they spun.

He could see that the one who planned for this must have known that cops cannot get a warrant to search the contents of his phone immediately. And they have changed everything in this short time to go with the narrative.

He saw an odd message from a weird unknown number. He opened it.

[The contents of the pen drive can be read only once and it would be corrupted afterward. If you are wondering about the contents of the pen drive, it is the last few moments of your mother's killer. You cannot transfer it to another device or try something funny or it would get corrupted. It is for your enjoyment to be viewed only once. You can show it to people you trust, but it can be viewed only once. I hope you would appreciate this little gesture of love from us.

Please take care of our lady in the future too!]

Lady? Did they mean Chippy? And Emma's last moments?

Bobby's tiredness all went away and he looked at the pen drive. He has an OTG cable in his car and he can get it to watch this. He almost stood up but then he controlled himself.

Maybe we can use Jerry's media room!

He kept the pen drive safe back in his pockets. He looked around the hallways of the ward Scarlett was kept and it was empty. He heard a clicking noise and saw a nurse leaving Scarlett's room. And he realized there won't be another one coming anytime soon and he sneaked inside the room.

She is his wife. He has to stay with her! If they speak of their rules, he can always transfer to the Clinic in Peyton. He can do whatever he wants there and she would receive the greatest care there!

"Get well soon, Pussy…" he held her hand. It was warm and it greatly relieved him. "Let's go home soon," he pressed his forehead on the bed, beside her hand.

"Bobby..?" he heard her meek voice and looked at her.

"Kitty! Do you want water? What do you want? You're fine! Don't worry. .." he looked at her. She stared expectantly at him and then she bit her plump lips.

"I'll support you as always, Kitty… You know I never go against your wishes…" he squeezed her hand.

But she let out a sigh and looked away as if she was not pleased with his answer.

"Kitty, look at me," he spoke softly to her but she still looked away.

Scarlett was a little pleased that Bobby is saying that he accepts their child but she was not pleased that he is doing it for her. But it is their child! And he is not even mentioning the child!

"Kitty, you're mean…" Bobby let out a sigh. "You should know that I…" he stopped. He didn't know what to say. "Sleep…" he said and patted her hand.

He folded his hands over his chest and watched her as she slept. He is so overwhelmed and confused he couldn't even reach a decision.

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Morning came and Jerlina woke up. And she was surprised to see the perfect face of Jeremy to her view. He was still on the bed. She checked the time to see it is well past dawn.

Why is Joel still asleep?

She checked to see if he is sick, but he was fine.

"Is this that surprising?" Jeremy held her hand and pressed it on his chest, his eyes were still closed.

"Yeah," Jerlina pecked on his lips. "Good morning!"

"Good morning!" he opened his eyes slowly. "My love…" he smiled.

Jerlina placed her finger on his lips and looked into his eyes. Those blue eyes would always be mesmerizing. She leaned closer to him. The duvet brushed on her to make a small noise as she kissed him.

She didn't know what this day would bring, but she knew together with him she can face anything.

"I am a little scared, Jeryl…" Jeremy said as he wrapped his hand around her waist. "I am…" his voice faded away. 𝑓𝗿𝐞𝘦𝘄ｅ𝘣n𝘰𝘷eƖ.c𝘰𝗺

A lot is going on. The stocks of his company is falling freely. People are saying all kinds of stuff about him. He has a baby on the way and is this going to be the reputation he is going to leave for his child?

"About what?" Jerlina asked. She rested her ear on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was erratic.

As there was no answer from him, Jerlina looked at him.

"What?" she raised her brows and looked at him.

"I… Peter Fitzgerald left me his company and now everything…" he let out a sigh. 𝙛𝘳𝘦e𝓌e𝗯n𝗼ѵ𝙚l.𝒄𝚘𝑚

His fear is not that. Even with all that, he does not regret Emma's death. He still has this rage burning inside him that wishes that he was the one who killed her.

She shouldn't have gone on her terms! Even in death, she got what she wanted! She unleashed this damage in the wake of her death! That ****!

These were his true feelings and he was afraid what holding back these feelings would do to him? He knew he should let this anger out. But how?

He wonders how his wife is keeping calm knowing everything Emma did to her.

Jerlina thought he was sad, but he appeared to be angry.

Why is he angry and afraid?

Before she could ask him, her phone vibrated and she picked it up.

"It's Bobby," she answered the phone.

Jeremy placed his head on her lap and she caressed his hair as she spoke to him.

"He wants change of clothes for the both of them. Will you come with me to their house to pack?" She asked him and Jeremy followed her behind.

Both of them expected there to be reporters hanging outside, but they weren't there.

"Too bad our dogs "escaped" and scared them away…" Jeremy laughed. Having dogs never go wrong. And he has the smartest dogs in the world!

Jerlina checked the news religiously and as the day progressed, she could see the narrative collapsing.

The coroner's report was "leaked" and it was conclusive that Emma's fall was not a result of foul play. For some reason, the cops didn't release the security footage yet. The people who have already watched the drone video slammed the cops for their incompetence. They all thought that there is a campaign against Jeremy.

Some news channels caught on the pulse of the people and started interviewing people who were helped by Jeremy. They all said one thing.

Someone is conspiring agiant Jeremy to take his company from him!

Scarlett's kidnapping also made a big splash further nailing the coffin on the narrative that Emma was killed.

Days passed as slowly the narrative the cops tried to spin collapsed. They had to finally agree with what the public was saying. One cop was so frustrated he even screamed at the reporters.

"There is something wrong here! That guy's file is entirely redacted! Someone from higher-ups is trying to protect him! Google Erling family! That guy married into it!"

His outburst caused some ripples and some people believed it.. But something else happened that shifted the support entirely to Jeremy's side.