Sweet Divorce

“The remitter was Rita.”

The answer covered Liam’s face with a layer of frozen ice. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. We even found the surveillance tape of Rita remitting at the bank.”

“Send me the video.”

“Yes.”

He hung up, is face livid.

The remitter was Rita?

That’s the last outcome he would expect.

With a plinking sound, a message popped up on his phone.

Liam put the car in neutral and clicked on the video.

When he’s done watching the clip, he looked so dreadful that as if he was going to kill someone.

He dialed a number. “Jacob, I’ll send you a video. I need you to find out whether it’s been edited. Hit me back in ten minutes and tell me the result.”

“No. don’t hang up, I want to know immediately.”

“Yeah… alright.”

Jacob was still drinking, the sudden call and Liam’s cold voice gave him a pause. Then he put down his wine hurriedly and dashed upstairs to the third floor of the bar.

It was one of Jacob’s stomping grounds.

He turned on the computer and start authenticating the video.

About ten minutes later.

“Liam, the video is original.”

Jacob’s voice rang again on Liam’s phone. Liam wrinkled his brows. “Are you sure?”

“Affirmative.”

Liam’s voice died off, but still, Jacob could feel his coldness through the phone.

His mouth a tight line, Jacob gave one more glance at the video playing on loop.

He took a deep breath and broke the silence. “Liam. If Rita told you to probe into what happened that year, she wouldn’t leave such solid evidence. She’s not that dumb.”

to hate

talking about now was a matter of life. Jacob was

squinted as he watched the video. “Indeed. Nobody would be that dumb. Things are getting

we have found

impossible to doubt Rita’s sin.” Liam frowned. “But now

Rita

started to believe that somebody set Rita

square one, what

Rita the other day, he said. “Look into Charlotte and Isabella’s

Charlotte?

Charlotte have to do with

since Liam asked, he’s going to do

phone, Liam took more puffs,

behind this, who

his purpose to set Rita up

looked somebody was going

who the real culprit was, Liam had

had nothing to do with Joey’s

off outside the window, Liam

he was happy,

brain. Liam, you’re

***

Liam drove back home.

room as usual

Nobody’s home?

Where is she?

doing

him. But it didn’t

late in the midnight

away from the magazine he had been reading and took a quick look of the empty

again, he lost sleep over

Damn.

footsteps coming from

smell of alcohol saturated the

She drank?

towards her bed and collapsed down. She

at her back, Liam was

silent, were

a bolt lighted up the

“No… please.”

painful whining,

suddenly

this time, he didn’t do anything but look