Married to my nemesis-Chapter 243: Never done before

The door to the room swung open abruptly as two police officers rushed inside. They seized Vixen by the arm, grabbing the remote he was holding, and swiftly removed it from his grasp.

"Hand over the damn thing," Vixen snapped at the police officer who had taken the remote from him.

He was on the verge of attacking the officer, but other officials quickly restrained him and managed to keep him from causing harm. As he fumed with rage, they forcibly ejected him from the room.

Britney was slumped in her seat, unconscious from the overwhelming surge in her system. Her skin appeared unharmed, but the electric chair’s side effects had kicked in.

Another group of officials entered the room, clad in protective gear. They unlocked the metallic restraints around her, and she was swiftly placed on an emergency stretcher and taken out of the room.

"Vixen, what did you intend by your actions back there?" Matthew reprimanded as he was ushered into the outer interrogation room.

Prior to Vixen’s discussion with Britney, discreet cameras and audio recorders were strategically positioned around the room.

This setup allowed them to gather details about all the happenings within the space.

Matthew gazed at Vixen with a look of dismay.

They had indeed strategized meticulously to uncover the truth from Britney using his approach. However, he hadn’t anticipated that Vixen would have such an extreme reaction once Britney admitted to who had killed Enim.

"Matthew, you wouldn’t dare hit me with such a lousy question. You wouldn’t," Vixen shouted back angrily, his finger jabbing in Matthew’s direction as a stern warning.

Matthew’s expression gradually faded as he recognized the pain hidden within Vixen.

Although he appeared enraged at that moment, it was clear that Britney’s remarks had deeply upset him.

"Vixen, listen carefully, she wasn’t responsible for what happened to you. Why target her?" Matthew attempted to inquire with a composed tone, but Vixen’s threatening glare stopped him in his tracks.

Vixen strode towards a table in the room and suddenly pounded his fist on it, startling Matthew with the unexpected force.

Then he took a seat on the chair beside it.

Matthew’s eyes grew wide as he gazed at Vixen, pondering whether this woman had significantly influenced Vixen.

Indeed, he had delved into Vixen’s past, identifying the women who had been part of Vixen’s life.

Through this investigation, he uncovered that Emin was Arthur’s mother.

The anguish and grief were unmistakably etched across his face.

He vividly remembered the emotions that swept over him upon learning of Emin’s death; it was a dreadful experience for Vixen to endure.

"Vixen, you really need to listen to me," Matthew repeated in a composed manner, once more approaching Vixen.

He gently placed a hand on Vixen’s shoulder, even as Vixen kept his gaze averted towards the far side of the room.

"I understand. I know it’s incredibly painful—the hurt, the constant thoughts about everything—"

"You just don’t get it, Matthew. She took her away from me," Vixen responded sharply to Matthew.

He then rose from his seat, only to turn around and sit down heavily on the table.

With his hands resting on the surface, he gazed downward, his expression filled with disappointment.

"I believed—truly believed—that she had brought it upon herself. I let her down in the worst possible way, Matthew. The weight of my failure is unbearable, as I can’t come to terms with the fact that my actions drove her away. For so many years, I yearned for an explanation, desperately wanting to understand why she had abandoned me." He spoke painfully.

"Yet, all this time, I was the one convinced that she was responsible for her own departure. How could I have ever imagined such a thing about her? It only served as evidence of the kind of person I truly am."

Vixen whispered these words, his voice trembling as tears streamed down his face.

He tightened his fists and shook his head, overwhelmed by a sense of disappointment, feeling utterly soaked and foolish.

"Look, Vixen, even though it seems like there might have been something you could have done, at that particular moment, there truly wasn’t anything you could do to stop what happened."

"That’s not the whole story, Matthew. I delved into the situation, attempting to discover the reasons behind why she decided to end her own life. However, every path seemed to circle back to that stupid note." Vixen said.

"That ridiculous note that left me feeling as though Emin had abandoned everything. I professed to love her, yet when all was said and done, I ended up faulting her for taking the easy way out." He added.

"What actions could you have taken? Everything that transpired in the past occurred because Mia was exceptionally intelligent. She skillfully seized each chance to erase any trace of evidence."

"Simply hearing her name sends my blood into a furious boil," Vixen declared with seething intensity, his teeth grinding together as his jaw clenched tightly and his hands gripped the edge of the table with force.

His eyes locked onto Matthew, delivering a gaze filled with unmistakable menace.

Vixen spoke tersely, expressing her desire for retribution, "I want her to atone for all she has done. I wish to see her plead desperately for mercy."

"I understand that this appears to be the most reasonable option at the moment and seems like a wise decision. However, it is crucial for you to be aware that with every action we decide to take from this point forward, we must exercise caution to ensure that Mia remains unaware of our subsequent moves." Matthew advised. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"I am convinced that she has likely utilized her connections within the IMF to effectively conceal any evidence regarding her actions. This is precisely why you were unaware of what Mia had done." He added.

"Isn’t it quite apparent?" Vixen commented, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

"So, this indicates that she likely harbors some suspicion regarding us. It’s improbable that she would simply accept the notion of you being incarcerated."

"That’s precisely why she decided to bring the IMF into the picture," Vixen stated sharply, raising his eyes to meet Matthew’s gaze.

"Indeed, it’s true. That’s precisely why," Matthew remarked once more, affirming his statement with a thoughtful nod.

"She genuinely believes she’s more intelligent in this particular situation."

"I am quite certain that her intentions lie elsewhere. Although we managed to bring this situation to light and place the responsibility squarely on Abigail, don’t you believe that she might have an ulterior motive beyond merely getting involved?"

"I am quite certain that her intentions are solely focused on getting me incarcerated."

"No, Vixen. There’s something that simply doesn’t sit right with this situation. When I discovered that Mia was involved in the case, it raised many questions. I mean, what connection does she have with you? However, after hearing what Britney said, I’m convinced there’s more to it." He spoke.

"She’s completely obsessed with you, Vixen. This case must be about more than just getting you behind bars. She desires something beyond that," Matthew explained with a calm demeanor, observing Vixen as he remained silent.

He understood that Vixen was likely pondering his statements, and he too was lost in contemplation.

For a fleeting moment, Vixen was as quiet as a graveyard, but then suddenly, he lifted his head, fixing his gaze on Matthew, as if he had unraveled the mystery of her intentions.

"Her target is singular. It’s not me she’s interested in but Abigail. We need to discover her whereabouts and ensure her safety," Vixen declared with a tone as cold as ice.

*

Abi settled on the couch in front of her dresser, gazing into the mirror. The house felt eerily quiet in Arthur’s absence.

Her mind was consumed with the idea of asking Arthur to stay with his grandmother.

She felt a deep concern for the young boy and wanted to shield him from any further troubles caused by the ongoing situation.

She gazed intently at her reflection on the mirror, extending her hand towards her face as her fingertips hovered over her skin.

With a delicate motion, she slowly ran the palm of her hand downwards, tracing the contours to her chin.

Afterwards, she carefully used her fingernail to draw a precise line along her jawline. At that point, she gently peeled away the mask from her face.

She carefully removed the delicate mask that had subtly changed her features, letting it fall gently onto the dresser’s tabletop.

Abi gazed at the mask resting on the dresser for a moment before shifting her focus back to the mirror. She studied her reflection, noticing the stark contrast between her true self and the persona she had projected as Abi.

Her fingers gently extended towards her eyes, carefully feeling for the center of her gaze. She delicately touched the contact lenses resting on her eyes, cautiously removing them and then placing each one into its designated container.

For a moment, her deep, ocean-blue eyes gazed intently into the mirror, and she blinked her lashes, unmoved by the steady reflection that met her.

After some time had passed, she softly closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath as if she were engaging in her meditation routine.

A few moments later, she slowly lifted her head to gaze into the mirror.

It was hard for her to grasp that she was on the verge of doing something she once believed she would never attempt.

Indeed, she held deep affection for her brother and entertained the idea of seeking vengeance. However, she realized she couldn’t unjustly punish Vixen for actions he hadn’t committed.

Reaching out, she extended her hand toward her phone resting on the dresser, followed by the case of her earbuds.

She clutched the two pieces resting atop the dresser and slowly moved towards the room’s drawer. With deliberate care, she retrieved a black shawl from its confines.

Returning to her previous spot, she gazed intently at her reflection in the mirror. She then draped the shawl over her face, obscuring it from view.

Draped in an ensemble that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows, she wore a black shirt paired with matching black trousers. A shawl gracefully wrapped around her face, adding an air of mystery to her appearance.