Lust Contracts

Sudden Departure

What is going on? Why are they mentioning my husband like there’s something wrong with him? Did

something happen to him?

I looked around in panic. This wasn’t the time to feel giddy about receiving public attention. Where are

the security guards?

“Security!!!” I shouted loudly demanding for security to come and guard me.

These reporters are getting more aggressive as they surrounded me. For a moment, it felt like they

were going to swallow me up like a tsunami wave crashing onto the shore. This is insane. A few

security guards were coming my way now along with them were a few men dressed in police uniform.

The police is here? Why are they here?

I had nothing but questions in my mind and none of them were getting answered. Soon, the guards

were in front of me and helping to push the reporters and the paparazzies back. At the same time the

policemen approached me and that was when I knew that something serious must have happened.

The policemen had very sterned and grim looks on their faces.

“Mrs. Westford?” a police officer said questioningly.

“Yes. How can I help you?” I asked innocently.

“We’ll escort you up to your room and we’ll have a talk there,” one of the policemen replied sternly as

his eyes darted to the reporters around us.

Right, it’s not suitable to discuss things here in front of the press. He was right, we should head up to

my place. The policemen motioned for me to go ahead of him, and I nodded politely to him before

walking gracefully ahead. The guards kept the crowd parted to create a path for me to walk to the

entrance of the building.

The policemen followed after me and we took the private elevator up to the penthouse of the building

together. My husband and I lived in the penthouse suite of the building together since we got married

around two years ago. I glanced down at my mobile phone and saw that there was no call nor message

from my husband. With all this ruckus going on, I wondered why he didn’t let me know in advance. I

could have avoided that whole mess down there if he had just let me know.

I sighed loudly before rolling my eyes upwards. What did I expect? Our relationship had been as good

as dead for a long time now.

“Is my husband home? Have you met him?” I asked.

“Let’s talk when we’re inside, Mrs. Westford” the police replied softly.

“Ok…” I said with a smile.

Once the elevator opened, I led the policemen to the front door of my home. To my utmost surprise, the

front door was already open wide and there were many people dressed head to toe in those white

astronaut suits that you saw on detective and crime movies at the crime scene.

Wait…the crime scene?!

“What is going on?!” I demanded in a panic as I turned around to face the policemen.

“Calm down, Mrs. Westford. I’m sorry that I have to break it to you like this, but we do have many

questions to ask you. Mr. Westford, your husband, has passed away,” the police informed me in a Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

regrettable tone.

“He…what?” I said in pure disbelief.

“Your husband committed suicide, Madame. Sadly, he has passed away…” the police officer said

before his lips tightened into a thin line.

Suddenly, my head was spinning, and I felt extremely sick. I placed a hand over my mouth, and I felt

like I was going to throw up on my empty stomach.

“That’s not…possible…” I managed to say as I struggled to breathe.

Seeing that it was hard for me to remain on my feet, the police led me to a chair before they waited for

me to compose myself. Once they deemed that I seemed calm enough to talk, the police officers began

asking me questions about George. By that time, my mind was in so much shock that it had begun

blocking out my own emotions. I replied to the police’s questions monotonously as I prayed that

everything would be over soon.

“Thank you, Madame. That will be it for today. We’ll contact you if we require your assistance,” the

police said with a satisfied nod.

“What will happen next?” I asked in a shaky voice.

“This case appears like suicide but because it is also a very high-profile case, we will conduct some

investigations to ensure that it really was suicide,” the police replied evenly.

“I see…” I whispered.

“Until then, I suggest that you calm down and try to rest,” the police suggested.

“…thank you,” I replied softly.

The policemen thanked me before they took their leave. The other officers were still working to secure

the scene. Honestly, I couldn’t bear to be in there any longer. Since the whole apartment was sealed off

now, I couldn’t get any clothes or anything else that I needed. It wasn’t like I was in the mood to do

anything. My head hurts and my body felt numb from shock. My lips quivered as I headed on shaky

legs out of the penthouse suite.

Where should I go now? Does our lawyer know about this yet?

So many things were going through my head, and it felt like my head was about to explode into million

pieces. Since I couldn’t sleep in the penthouse anymore and not that I had the courage to. I mean,

George just took his own life in there. I didn’t see any signs of this coming. He’s supposed to be one of

the happiness men on earth. He has it all: Fame, money, a beautiful wife…yes, that was me. What

more could he possibly want? Is this even really happening?

Unable to believe any of this, I raised my hand up and slapped my own cheek.

Shit! That hurt like crazy!

Without a better option, I decided to return back to my parents’ house to stay there for the night. It has

been a while since I’ve visited them, but they are undoubtedly doing well. Of course they are, given the

amount of money that George pays them on a monthly basis just so he could keep me as his wife. I

sighed loudly as I wondered what is going to happen to my life now that he is gone.

--To be continued…