Dale’s Arrange Wife (ENGLISH VERSION)

I decided to go to the bar. Better I will spend a night outside than to see her go. I don’t want to go home because I have nothing to do either. For sure this time they have left and are together.

I hate the smell of smoke. I hate crowded and noisy places. But I have no choice. I need to comfort myself before I go completely crazy thinking about the whole problem I went through. I don’t know if I deserve this kind of shit. Is my suffering not over yet?

Fuck this fucking life. I thought everything would be ok but this shit happened. What’s even more painful is that, apart from Lauren not remembering me, she is also afraid of me. She believes that I killed Carmona. She’s afraid of me.

My grip on the glass tightened. I wonder who really did that to Carmona. Did someone really hate her or did someone hate me and want to frame me up?

“Sir?” A bartender handed me a tissue. When I followed what he was looking at, I saw my hand was bleeding. I took the tissue from him and then put it in my hand.

“Give me a bottle of Johnny Walker,” I ordered. When the bartender handed me one, I immediately left the bar.

I don’t know where to go. All I know is I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to go home because I might just burn the house down because of the intimacy. All I want is to be with her but she is afraid of me. So what’s the use of that fucking home?

What if I will kill myself? I think that’s better to do than to mind these fucking problems. It’s tiring. It’s boring. Time and again I was tempted by chance. You thought it was ok, then something new will come.

My feet bring me to Isa beach. I don’t even know why I’m here. I parked the car on the side and then headed to the sea. The boat is there where there is a yellow line. I wanted to go there but a man stopped me.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, it’s forbidden to approach.”

“Why?”

“That’s still under investigation, sir.” I gulped down the wine I was drinking and then turned around when I remembered something.

“Are you from here?”

“Yes, I’m a guard here and it’s my duty at this time to watch so that no one gets close to the boat.”

“On the day the crime happened, did you notice anything here?”

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“I am the suspect,” I confess. I saw the shock in his eyes and then looked around. “I am the suspect but I am not the killer. I didn’t kill her because I couldn’t hurt her. I’m Dale, and both of our names are written on her boat.”

The man adjusted his clothes and then looked at the boat.

“I know my maam Maam Carmona. She is kind and friendly, she is here often and she always asked us to clean the boat. She always wanted to see Cardale. That’s why she used luminous paint on the name so that it can be seen even at night.”

I sigh. I feel the saddened pain. I will not rest until I can give her justice. Not because of myself but for her. Need to find out who killed him.

“The night the incident happened, there was a party at the gym so there weren’t many people here. Someone sponsored a game and a disco with a party.”

“Who called the police?”

“Peter my friend.”

“Can I talk to him? Can you take me to him?” He shook his head and sighed.

“He is dead. His whole family is dead too. With his wife and children just a few days after ma’am Carmona died. Food poisoning happened.”

Is it a coincidence?

I looked at the speed boat where the crime happened. I am not sure if Carmona is really the target or if I am the one who wants to disappear. Maybe she had another victim before who got angry and took a chance against her. But if she is the only target, why am I included? Did the suspect really plan to press me?

“You say you are the suspect but you are not the killer. Does that mean someone framed you?” the man asked me.

“It’s like that. I don’t know if someone hates Carmona or was angry with me ”

“I don’t think you are really guilty,” he said so I looked at him. “Because you wouldn’t have the courage to come here if you were the one who did it. Also, you seem to be important to Maam Carmona. You don’t look like you’re going to kill either. But in court, none of the appearances was biased. If there is evidence against you, you will be imprisoned.”

He’s fucking right.

“What’s your name?”

“Lando sir. Lando Macapagal.”

“Thanks for the info, Lando.”

“No worries, sir.”

I don’t know what time I left that place. The man and I talked a lot but I didn’t get any information at all. I looked at the speed boat again.

‘I can’t be imprisoned. If I go to jail, it’s because I killed the person who killed you, Carmona. You can’t be denied justice, Carmona. If I have to take Dylan’s offer that someone else will be imprisoned for me, I will do it, just to make sure that I kill the person who did that to you.’

I left the place and decided to go home. If earlier I thought of killing myself, now I have changed my mind. I need to be strong. I have to be brave because I have to find justice.

I need justice for her. I want justice for Carmona. I can’t go to jail or die without getting justice.

I suddenly lost my thoughts when I got home. Lauren came back to my mind. I miss her so damn much and I thought we would be together. I promised myself that no matter what happens, I will do everything just so that she remembers me. But she’s gone. She left because she was afraid of me.

My steps were heavy as I entered the house. If I’m the next one, I don’t want to go home because I just remember Lauren. But as I said earlier, I need to be strong. I need that to help me find the real criminal.

Besides, I think it’s a good decision. If I was the target of whoever was working on Carmona and just felt sorry for her, it’s not unlikely that the same would happen to Lauren. Maybe they will feel the same, especially now that I’m out. She’s safer with Hendrick than me.

I took one breath before opening the door. I am sure that the entire house will fill with silence. Only the noise of the three cats will greet me.

But I was shocked when I opened the door. The dim light is on in the living room. There is light also in the kitchen which means that someone was there. I also heard the sound of something there.

I am thinking if someone was trying to rob my house. But I heard the three meowing followed by——Lauren’s voice.

“Yes, it’s for your daddy. He is angry with me so I need a peace offering.” As if my heart jumped in excitement. I quickly headed to the kitchen to make sure what I heard was correct and that I wasn’t hallucinating because of drunkenness.

“Lauren?” I called her while turning my back.

“Hubby.” Fuck, is it really her or am I just drunk?