Chapter 137
The fruit of my mistake.
Megan’s POV:
I woke up with a start, my heart racing as I realized that today was the day. The day I had been dreading, the day I had been trying to prepare for, but still felt utterly unprepared for. The day of my arraignment.
I could not believe it had come to this. Me, Megan, would be standing in front of a judge, facing charges that could change my life forever.
I felt like I was in a nightmare, like this was all some terrible dream that I would wake up from soon.
But deep down, I knew it wasn’t a dream. It was my reality now. And I had to face it head on.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I had to get through this. I had to be strong. For myself, for my daughter, for my future.
I threw off the covers and got out of bed, my legs shaking as I made my way to the shower.
I needed to get ready, needed to face whatever today brought with courage and determination.
But as I stood under the water, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held. Would I be found guilty? Would I lose everything I had worked for?
I pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the present moment. I had gotten through this, one step at a time. Starting with today’s arraignment.
I heard that I will be arraigned alongside Chris.
I felt a pang of regret and guilt as I thought about Chris. I was sorry that I had sort of pulled him into this mess. He didn’t deserve to be caught up in my problems, but I had dragged him in anyway after all I did to him.
If only I had been more careful, more thoughtful. But no, I had to go and involve him, and now he was paying the price.
I remembered the way he had looked at me, the way he had tried to help me. He was a good person, a kind person, and he didn’t deserve to be tangled up in this.
I wished I could go back in time, wished I could undo the damage I had done. But I could not.
All I could do was move forward, hoping that somehow, someway, things would work out in the end.
“Megan! You need to get ready now!” The warden says, and I was taken to the truck.
As I stood in the courtroom, waiting for the arraignment to begin, my heart raced with anxiety.
I could not turn to look because I was too that Chris going to be there.
I didn’t know if I could look him in the eyes, didn’t know if I could bear the weight of his gaze.
I felt a surge of guilt and shame, knowing that I had dragged him into this mess.
He was innocent, and yet he was facing charges alongside me. I didn’t know how to apologize, didn’t know how to make it right.
As the judge called our names, I hesitated, my eyes fixed on the ground. I knew I had let him down, and I didn’t know how to face him.
But as we stood before the judge.
I took a deep breath, and slowly, I raised my gaze to meet Chris’s.
But he was nowhere!
The judge’s voice echoed through the courtroom, “And where is the co-defendant, Chris?”
There was a pause, and then the prosecutor spoke up.
“Your Honor, I have some disturbing news. The vehicle conveying Chris to the courtroom was attacked eon route. He is currently unaccounted for, and we are working to ascertain his safety.” He said.
My eyes widened in shock, my mind racing with horror.
Attacked? What did that mean? Was Chris okay? I felt a surge of fear, my heart pounding in my chest.
The judge’s expression turned grave, “I want a full investigation into this incident. I want to know what happened, and I want Chris found. Now.” He said.
The courtroom erupted into chaos, lawyers and officers scrambling to respond to the judge’s orders.
I stood frozen; my eyes fixed on the empty space where Chris should have been. Where was he? Was he safe? And who was behind this brazen attack?
The judge’s expression turned grave, “I want a full investigation into this incident. I want to know what happened, and I want Chris found. Now.”
The courtroom erupted into chaos, lawyers and officers scrambling to respond to the judge’s orders.
I stood frozen; my eyes fixed on the empty space where Chris should have been. Where was he? Was he safe? And who was behind this brazen attack?
I was led away from the courtroom, my mind reeling with shock and worry. I couldn’t believe what had happened. Chris was missing, and I was being taken back to my cell, unsure of what the future held.
As I walked, my heart heavy with fear, I couldn’t help but think of all the worst-case scenarios. Had Chris been kidnapped? Was he hurt? Was he even still alive?
I felt a sense of desperation wash over me, trapped and powerless in this nightmare. I needed to get out of here, needed to find Chris, needed to make sure he was safe.
But for now, I was at the mercy of the system, locked away and unable to do anything but wait and worry. The uncertainty was suffocating.
I’m consumed by a crushing sense of guilt and responsibility for Chris’s ordeal.
My mind races with thoughts of what I could have done differently, replaying every moment we shared, every decision I made, every word I spoke.
“If only I had been more careful, more vigilant,” I torment myself, tears streaming down my face.
“Maybe I could have prevented this from happening. Maybe I could have saved him from this living nightmare.”
I’m haunted by the memory of Chris’s trusting eyes, his loving smile, his gentle touch. How could I have let him down so utterly? How could I have failed to protect him from the forces that seek to destroy him?
I’m trapped in a prison of my own making, a prison of regret and self-doubt. I can’t escape the feeling that I’ve let Chris down, that I’ve betrayed his trust, that I’ve failed him in the worst possible way.
As the hours tick by, my grief and guilt only intensify. I’m lost in a sea of despair, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.
All I can do is whisper a silent prayer, hoping against hope that somehow, someway, Chris will be spared, that he’ll be saved from the darkness that threatens to consume him.