I Called For Help In Cold Room But My Husband Called Me A Liar Chapter 15

I Called For Help In Cold Room But My Husband Called Me A Liar Chapter 15

Half an hour later, Alex arrived at the abandoned warehouse with a full squad of officers, summoned by

Thomas’s call.

He shot Thomas a conflicted, sorrowful glance before leading the mentally shattered Sasha out in custody.

When police snapped handcuffs around Thomas’s wrists, he offered no resistance.

He even spoke a quiet word of thanks to the arresting officer.

With the mountain of evidence Thomas had submitted, Sasha’s case moved rapidly through the courts.

While detectives processed the crime trail, Nolan hadn’t stayed idle either. He allied with the company’s other shareholders and staged a boardroom coup, removing our father from his CEO position.

The very first thing Nolan did after taking control was leak the full truth about Sasha’s mother-how she’d seduced our father, driven our mother to suicide, and clawed her way into the Shawn household.

A month later, Sasha sat on the defendant’s bench, gaunt and hollow-eyed, her stare cloudy and empty.

“The defendant Sasha Shawn is hereby sentenced to life imprisonment without parole.”

Sasha never offered a single word in her own defense. The next day, guards found her hanging from the bars

of her cell bunk.

That same afternoon, Dallas was escorted to the execution chamber and put to death.

Thomas sat behind the prison visiting glass in striped inmate uniform as Nolan relayed the news to him. He offered a faint, hollow smile, his lips sealed in silence.

Three months later, Thomas was released from prison. He and Nolan carried my ash urn together to the

cemetery.

The plot had been handpicked by Thomas, a small grave right beside our mother’s resting place.

Once my ashes were laid to rest, Thomas liquidated every asset he owned and opened a private profiling studio. He offered free victim profile consultations for grieving families of unsolved murder cases.

Three years after founding the studio, Thomas used his unparalleled profiling skill to assist police in

cracking a brutal cold case.

When the department threw a victory banquet to celebrate the arrest, he turned down the invitation and

headed straight home alone.

He slipped out of the faded plain t-shirt he’d worn all day and pulled out an old tailored suit from the closet. rd hand sewn and altered this suit for him on our wedding day.

The fabric hung loose and baggy on his gaunt frame now, the custom fit long since lost to time and grief

After changing, Thomas pulled a small velvet box from the deepest desk drawer. Inside rested our original

wedding ring.

He slid it onto his own ring finger while staring at my memorial portrait, a faint sad smile tugging at his lips.

“Ceci. I can finally come find you.”

He pulled a tiny brown glass vial from his jacket pocket. Without a moment’s hesitation, he twisted off the cap and drained the bitter liquid in one gulp. A sharp, acrid scent of bitter almonds thickened the air around

him.

I knelt beside him, watching his vision blur and his breathing grow shallow as the poison took hold.

The invisible tethers that had trapped me to his side for three years shattered completely in an instant. I turned without hesitation and stepped toward a glowing white gateway that had materialized behind me.

Just as my foot crossed into the light, I heard Thomas’s broken shout echo behind me.

“Cecil Don’t go!”

I glanced back over my shoulder. Thomas’s spirit hovered off the ground, his eyes glistening red with tears. When he saw me looking, he forced a trembling, regretful smile.

“Ceci… I’m so sorry.”

I smiled softly and lifted a hand to wave goodbye.

Spring winds sweep over the world year after year, yet the spring we lost will never return.

Thomas, in the next life, let us never cross paths again.