Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 221: Saira’s Silence

"What do you mean Saira is not Saira and Adam wasn’t dead?" frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Spencer dragged a hand through his already disheveled hair, tension coiling in his chest as he processed the shocking update from his contact inside the police department. According to the plan—their plan, the one Saira herself had orchestrated with meticulous detail—her death was to be faked, Adam’s death was to be real, and Melanie was supposed to take the fall for all of it.

It had been precise. Clean. And he had been the one to provide the evidence to frame Melanie... For which, he had use Ben... ben had been the one to sneak into the office and conduct that search. He had been the one to arrange the fake auction with the fake supplier...

But now the police were saying that Saira wasn’t even really Saira, and Spencer was left trying to piece together how they could have found this information. He never could have imagined that while Saira had come to him, desperate to save herself from his grandfather, proposing her grand scheme to frame Melanie, she had been spinning an even deeper web—one that involved not just faking her own death but kidnapping Adam as well.

Of course she had hidden it well. She must have known that if she let on her plan to save Adam, he would never have agreed. All his life, he’d wanted only one thing. And that was to be rid of Adam. But now all his plans had gone to waste!

How was he supposed to explain things to grandfather? Saira was useless now, Adam was missing and their sole informer by Melanie’s side- Ben, was also gone to waste.

Thinking of Ben made him even more angry! To have planned Adam’s fake death with Ben, of all people. Ben!

Ben—the man he had handpicked to make sure Adam died quietly in the hospital. When both Adam and Ben disappeared, Spencer had assumed Ben had simply lost his nerve, gone soft at the last minute and opted to smuggle Adam out instead. It had seemed plausible at the time, even frustratingly predictable.

But no. This wasn’t Ben going rogue. This had been Saira’s plan all along. And now, she was going to be interrogated by the police and end up implicating him as well. That manipulative, lying b*tch. Was there any woman who was trustworthy? Melanie and Saira were cut from the same cloth! Only his Hallie had been perfect until now. Loving and Loyal.

"Do you have any idea where Saira is, at the moment?" Spencer finally asked the officer in Maniwa. He had to clean things up before he returned home to grandfather. Until now, the fact that Saira was not dead was being kept under wraps but if grandfather discovered it, all hell would break loose for him.

Already the old man was angry at him because he has not been welcoming towards Patrick Collins. If this news broke out, he might as well end up losing the old man’s support and trust. And he could not afford to lose that for now.

Just then, even as he was thinking this, his phone started to ring. He cursed and let out a breath as he looked at the called id.

"Yes, grandfather?" Spencer said, as he tried to keep his voice steady so as not to make him suspicious. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a dull throb already pulsing behind his eyes.

Sir Robert Collins didn’t waste time with pleasantries. "Have the police released Adam’s body yet? We must make arrangements. It’s not right to delay something like this. It is better to do it as soon as possible to be done with this matter. If this news is leaked to the media before Adam is buried...

Spencer swallowed, forcing himself not to react. "Not yet, grandfather. The police are still conducting formalities. You know how they are too slow. I’ll press them again. If not, then I will try other means..."

There was a pause on the line. Then the old man’s voice came back, measured, but with that same cold edge that always made Spencer feel ten years old again. "Make it fast. And while you’re at it, you may as well claim Saira’s body, too."

Spencer froze.

His throat went dry, and for a brief second he couldn’t form words. "Saira’s... why Saira?"

"She was loyal," Sir Robert said simply, as though that explained everything. "For years. The least I can do is give her a burial."

Spencer blinked hard, trying to mask the nausea, rising in his gut as Sir Robert continued, "I want her buried next to her mother. It’s what the girl would have wanted. Patrick agrees. He’s been taking it hard. You know how much he cared for her. Saira was like a daughter to him."

Spencer let out a slow breath, nodding even though the old man couldn’t see him. "I’ll see what I can do, grandfather. But I highly doubt. After all, we are not family in any way." he muttered.

"See that you do," Sir Robert said. "And Spencer—clean this up. No more mistakes."

The call cut off without a goodbye, as usual. Spencer stared at his phone screen for a moment, as he wondered what to do next.

Saira’s body. He was being asked to retrieve a body that didn’t exist. That had never existed.

And if Sir Robert found out—

His phone began to buzz again in his hand, interrupting his spiral of thought. The number was unknown. Foreign.

He hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Hello?" he said, voice low, cautious.

There was a brief silence and then a smooth voice came through, "Spencer, this is Saira."

He felt his anger explode as he heard her name and voice. How dare she call him now, after messing everything up! Angrily, he was about to disconnect the call, when she hurriedly said," Don’t disconnect or you will regret it."

Spencer scoffed at that, "I already regret teaming up with you! What more can you make me regret."

"Come to me and find out then...I can help you."

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