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

about now was a matter of life. Jacob was aware of the magnitude of

“Indeed. Nobody would be that dumb. Things

found are evidence to seal Rita’s

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

Rita

somebody set Rita up, that Rita was

back to square one, what

puff of cigarette. Remembering his conversation with Rita the other day, he said. “Look

Charlotte?

did Charlotte have to do with

since Liam asked, he’s going

took more puffs, feelings stirring

was behind this, who would it

Rita up and

was going

found out who the real culprit was, Liam had an awakening—Rita

to do with

the window,

he realized he was

word reverberated in his brain.

***

Liam drove back home.

Rita’s room as usual

Nobody’s home?

Where is she?

she doing out there so

him. But it didn’t

late in the midnight

and took a quick look of the empty room. His brow

again, he lost

Damn.

he heard footsteps

saturated the house as the door

She drank?

and collapsed down. She fell

Liam was even more

two of them, silent, were

the dark night, raindrops

“No… please.”

Rita’s painful whining,

was suddenly wide

time, he didn’t do anything but look