I Called For Help In Cold Room But My Husband Called Me A Liar Chapter 11

I Called For Help In Cold Room But My Husband Called Me A Liar Chapter 11

Thomas was still reeling from the horror of the video, barely processing anything else.

“Tom, come look at this.”

It was only when Alex called his name that he slowly lifted his gaze to the screen.

The second his eyes landed on the mugshot, a lightning bolt of shock crashed over him. His face turned

deathly pale.

I knew instantly. Just like me, he recognized the man in the photograph-Sasha’s former stepfather.

A pen on the table clattered to the floor, bouncing high before clattering back down.

Alex’s eyes welled with rage. He slammed his palm on the table and shouted at the unruffled Dallas.

“Talk! What payment was agreed on in exchange for this murder tape? Who exactly did you send this

footage to?”

Thomas placed a hand on Alex’s arm to restrain him. He swallowed the metallic tang of blood rising in his

throat, his voice rough and cracked.

“Is there anything else recovered from the phone?”

The tech agent paused, nodding grimly.

“Records show the victim made emergency distress calls to her husband and her brother shortly before her

death.”

Thomas’s mind flashed back to that desperate phone call three years prior. He’d written it off as a manipulative ploy for sympathy. It had been my final cry for help.

Blood spilled from his lips, splattering across the laptop screen. He pressed a fist hard to his chest and collapsed straight to the floor.

Alex rushed Thomas to the hospital. When he regained consciousness, he stared blankly up at the sterile

ceiling.

Minutes later, Sasha stepped inside with red-rimmed eyes, Nolan hot on her heels, his face tight with anger.

Nolan furrowed his brows, speaking first, sharp with disapproval.

“I know your job keeps you swamped, but you couldn’t carve out one evening to take Sasha home? You land yourself in the hospital barely after the wedding-just as heartless as Cecilia always was.”

Sasha tugged gently at Nolan’s sleeve, offering him an apologetic smile.

“Calm down Nolan Tom didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

Nolan leaned down and pinched her cheek softly, his tone softening into a grumble.

“You ungrateful girl All these years, and I’ve spoiled you for nothing.”

Thomas’s throat burned tight with sorrow A memory surfaced unbidden: our wedding day. I’d looked up at

him with tear-glistening eyes, saying I had almost no blood family left, that he was all I had in the world.

Thomas closed his eyes, hot tears spilling down his temples. For a split second, he relived the night Nolan

hit me for the first time-me hiding, sobbing in his arms. He instinctively reached out to pull me into an

embrace, only to grasp thin air

Nolan’s endless stream of blame droned on beside the hospital bed. Thomas opened his eyes again, staring

at the brother he’d grown up beside like a stranger

“Nolan Cecilia is dead.”

Nolan’s harsh accusations died mid-sentence, trapped in his throat. Sasha’s face paled, and she latched tight

onto Nolan’s arm.

Nolan stood rigid, frozen to the spot. After a few long seconds, he let out a bitter, mocking laugh.

“Are you out of your mind, Thomas? After everything she did to you three years ago, you’re still buying all her

lies?”