Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 207: Bail

Melanie sat in the dark cell, her back resting against the cold wall, wondering how Adam was doing. He should have woken up by now... but even as that thought drifted into her mind, another quickly followed, quieter yet heavier. If he had woken up, he would have named the killer for sure. Or even if he hadn’t seen who stabbed Saira or attacked him, at the very least, he would have told them that she hadn’t done it.

Wouldn’t he? Of course he would.

So, that could only mean one things, he hadnt woken up yet...

She exhaled sharply, and told herself- again- not to panic. Still, the unease clung to her ribs like a vice. By her best guess, it had been three days since she was dragged in and detained here, but it was hard to be certain in this place. Time blurred in the dark. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe it had only been two. Or four. Maybe- just maybe- when the person came by with her food this time, they might actually be willing to speak. Maybe they’d tell her the time. Maybe they’d say something.

Anything.

She rubbed her arms, trying to fight off the persistent chill that seemed to seep straight into her bones. The silence was almost a weight of its own, pressing down on her as she tried to settle her thoughts. The quiet was too loud, the stillness too cruel. But at least this place was clean, she told herself. That was something. The walls might have been bare and the air might have smelled faintly of damp stone, but there was no filth. No rats. Just shadows.

With a bitter smile tugging at the corner of her lips, she tilted her head back and stared up at the ceiling- or what she imagined was the ceiling since she was looking up. ’This is what you wanted to save me from when you took me away from him, isn’t it, Grandma?" she whispered into the stillness. "And yet... here I am."

Here she was, back in a cage. A different kind, perhaps, but a cage all the same.

Funny, in a twisted way, how the punishments she’d received as a child-the hours of silent isolation, the cold meals, the dark rooms meant to teach her obedience- were now what helped her endure this. Who would have thought that the very things meant to break her would end up being what kept her calm now?

She curled her knees to her chest, folded her arms tightly around them, and let her mind drift to a different place away from this dark place. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Just then, the sharp click of a lock turning broke through the silence. Melanie stiffened. Her arms froze where they were wrapped around her knees, and she immediately moved to throat and question the person who had come here. Was it already time for food? She had no idea.

"You can leave now," the person said simply. No explanation. No emotion.

Melanie stared at them, her mind scrambling to make sense of it.

Leave? Leave?

She blinked, still wrapped in her own disbelief, heart thudding unevenly in her chest. That could only mean—Adam. He had to have woken up. That had to be it. He’d cleared her name. Told them the truth. That she wasn’t the one who hurt Saira or him.

Of course he had.

She got to her feet slowly, though she wanted to rush up and run out, but her muscles were too sore and stiff from sitting in the cold for so long so she could only move slowly.

Her balance wavered slightly as blood rushed back into her legs. She moved toward the doorway, but as she turned the narrow corner near the wall, her hip scraped hard against the protruding edge of a stone bench. She gasped, wincing at the sudden jolt of pain. It would bruise later, she knew. But she gritted her teeth and kept walking.

The door opened fully this time, and without another word, the guard stepped aside.

The moment she stepped out, light struck her face like a slap.

She flinched, lifting her arm against the sudden brightness. After days in that dark box, even the hallway lights were blinding. Her eyes watered, but she knew she had to see Adam soon so she simply walked forward.

Finally, she walked out and there was Elias Kramer waiting for her.

Relief flooded her. She exhaled shakily and made her way to him, a small, grateful smile breaking through the tension on her face. "How is Adam doing now? she asked the moment she reached him. "Did he wake up? Is that why they’re letting me go?"

Elias Kramer winced inwardly at her question but outward he showed no expression and simply shook his head," Why bail? If Adam woke up and cleared my name—"

But Elias shook his head and cut her off gently. "We’ll talk outside," he said quietly. "Once you’ve finished the release formalities."

As the man turned around and walked towards the police desk to complete the ’formalities’ Melanie felt her stomach fall. Did Adam not wake up, yet?

She stared at him, but something in her warned not to push—at least not yet. Her heart beat faster again as she felt the icy uncertainty creeping back in.

She followed him and signed the required papers, mechanically listening to the officers telling her to not leave the country and presenting herself when summoned.

Once outside, she immediately turned to Elias who once again cut her off, "You need to freshen up and move to go to the hospital immediately. My sources tell me that Spencer Collins is here."

"Why is he here?" Melanie asked wide eyed.

"Because he is legally his brother and even though you are listed as the emergency contact, with you under suspicion, they had to call someone."

"So, they called Spencer? No! That is not right. Adam has a secondary emergency contact as well- Max. He should have been the one contacted."

Elias nodded and said," I think he is here too. But you have to get there soon."

Melanie nodded at that and was about to say that she could handle Spencer right away but then shook her head. It was better to take a few moments to freshen up and then go there...

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