Abigail - S01 E77

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Abigail - S01 E77

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 77

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{ TROUBLE IN PARADISE }

“Thelma is missing.” He proclaimed.

“What!?”
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“How? When?” Emma asked all at once, looking beyond surprised.

“Calm down, will ya?”

“Don’t tell me to stay calm, Robert. This information is huge. When did she go missing?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know. But it’s over 24 hours. However, her mother reported the case this morning. None of their family members or her friends know of her whereabouts.” He explained.

“Oh, God. Do you think her disappearance is related to the murders in Santos Hospital?”

“Honestly, nothing is impossible anymore.” He responded.

••••

“Felicia,” Mrs. Hart called out calmly, sitting down beside her daughter. “I brought juice for you.”

“Oh, mother. You shouldn’t have.” She collected the glass of orange juice from her mother and dropped it on the small table beside her.

“You’ve been sulking since you dropped by here, child. Is everything okay?”

Felicia nodded her head as a yes, avoiding her mother’s gaze.

“You are lying.” Mrs. Hart accused.

“Wow, Mom. That was too direct.” Felicia stated, rolling her eyes.

“You shouldn’t have lied in the first place then. Something is definitely wrong with you. Talk to me, dear. What happened?”

“I’m not lying about anything, Mother. I’m really telling the truth that everything is fine.” She lied and started fiddling with her fingers.

“You know, if you wanted to lie, you should at least be more convincing.”

“What do you mean?”

“You love orange juice and look,” Mrs. Hart gestured at the untouched glass of juice on the table. “You didn’t even take a sip of the freshly squeezed juice. Your favorite. Secondly, you always fiddle with your fingers whenever you are troubled, scared, or nervous. Which you are doing now.”

Felicia instantly stopped fiddling with her fingers and let out a deep breath.

“I know you too well, Felicia. You are my daughter, after all.” She added.

“Mom…” Felicia breathed out, raising her gaze to look into her mother’s eyes. “I am confused about what to do,” She started opening up. “The burden in my chest is making it very difficult for me to breathe. I feel… dead, Mother.”

“Dead?” Worry and fear clouded the woman as she shifted closer to her child. “What is wrong? Are you sick?”

“I wish that was the case but no, I’m not sick.” She answered.

“So what are you saying? Please be more specific. I am beginning to get worried and frightened.”

It was silent for over three minutes until Felicia found the courage to tell her mother the truth about her burden.

“My husband cheated on me.”

Mrs. Hart’s eyes bulged out and her mouth was hanging open. She couldn’t believe what she just heard.

Who cheated on who? She pondered.

“I don’t understand. What are you talking about? Who did you say cheated?” She asked again, just to be sure she heard her daughter correctly the first time.

“Marshall cheated on me, Mother.” Felicia cried out.

“What did you just say?” Mr. Hart’s angry voice boomed from behind, grabbing the attention of his wife and daughter.

••••

≤!≥I already confessed≤!≥ He remembered Sandra’s words in the parking lot.

≤!≥And oh, I made sure to tell them who my accomplices were. You and Thelma should get ready for questioning in the station alongside me≤!≥

Marshall took another gulp of whiskey, drinking straight from the bottle.

He was in a complete mess. And it was all Sandra’s fault.

How was she able to confess to the cop? What or who gave her the courage to do that?

The abyss of his life was shattering right in front of him and he doesn’t know what to do to save it.

How can his life turn upside down in the twinkle of the eyes?

Can life be more cruel?

≤!≥I regret ever siding with a man like you to fight my beloved brother. I regret loving you≤!≥ Felicia’s words rang over and over again in his head, making him groan as he took another gulp of whiskey.

≤!≥Very soon…I will figure out what to do about you≤!≥

What if she decides on getting a divorce?

“No, no. I can’t divorce Felicia. She is all I have in this world.” He mumbled in tears. “What do I do?”

Felicia and her family were his hope, the light in his darkness.

He was a nobody until he found love in the sight of Felicia.

If not for her love that saved him, he would have still been in the street, struggling for food to eat. Or even worse, he could have been dead.

He owes them for who he is now.

F**k. How did he betray her this way? What was he when thinking to cheat on an amazing woman like his dear wife?

She was ready to sacrifice her all for him. She even supported him against her brother.

He took her love for granted. And now that he was regretting his actions, he wonder if it was already too late.

••••

“Father, please calm down.” Felicia begged, using her body to block the door.

“Step aside.” He growled.

“No!” She abruptly shook her head, tears falling from her eyes, uncontrollably.

“Don’t make me do something I will regret. I said step aside!” He snapped and started coughing.

“Honey,” His wide rushed to his side and started stroking his back. “You have to calm down.”

“Calm down?” He repeated. “Didn’t you hear what our daughter has just told us?”

“I heard everything, dear. But don’t forget you are not healthy enough to argue with anybody.”

“Mother is right, Father. You have to stay calm. I will take care of Marshall myself.” Felicia assured.

“How?” He snarled. “How are you going to take care of him? Tell me.”

“I…I… I’m going to divorce him.” She announced.

Mr. Hart stopped moving and stared deep into her eyes.

“You will?”

She nodded her head. “That’s the decision I’ve come up with, Father. I’ve been thinking about what to do since I found out about his infidelity. And I think it’s best I end the marriage.”

“Are you sure you aren’t going to regret it?” Mrs. Hart questioned.

“Mom, I love my husband but I can’t be with him. How am I going to cope with living under the same roof with him and knowing what he did? I can’t breathe in the same air as him. I can’t…”

“I support you.” Mr. Hart stated. “I will always support whatever decision you take, my love. As long as they are not stupid.”

She chuckled, fresh tears rolling down her face.

“Thank you, Father.”

“Come here,” He spread out his arms and she hurriedly ran into them, embracing him wholeheartedly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She cried.

Mrs. Hart joined the embrace as well.

“I support you as well. If divorcing Marshall will make you happy and have peace of mind then go for it. I am solidly behind you.”

“Oh, Mother. Thank you so much.”

They stayed in each other’s arms for a few more minutes before Mr. Hart pulled away.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t give that bastard a piece of my mind. I will make sure he pays dearly for hurting you like this. He won’t know what hit him.”

“Don’t forget he is the father of your grandkids, Dad.” Felicia said, wiping off the tears on her face.

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t care. He needs to be taught some manners.”

••••

Ginny entered the office, mumbling incoherent words to herself with a hard look on her face.

“Are you okay?” Robert asked.

“No, I’m not.” She grunted. “I’m so pissed off right now. Do you know why he called me over to his office?”

“Well, we don’t know. But I’m sure he said something that made you angry.” Emma retorted.

“Obviously!” Ginny threw her hands up in the air and sunk into the chair beside Robert. “He called me over to insist that I stop the investigation.”

“What investigation?” Emma asked.

“The investigation that was given to Team 1.” She breathed out.

“And what did you tell him?” Robert queried.

“Of course, I refused. He doesn’t even know that Minty’s case is likewise related to the murders in the hospital.”

“He would take the case away from us if he knows. That’s why we must be very careful when handling it so he wouldn’t know a thing.”

Robert and Ginny only nodded their heads.

“Have you told her about the autopsy result?” Ginny asked Robert.

“Yup. And I also told her about the missing case.” He answered.

“What are we going to do now?”

Emma cupped her forehead, twirling a pen over get fingers while biting her bottom lip.

“I have something to say,” Robert muttered, grabbing the girls’ attention.

“What is it?” They asked.

“Concerning Minty’s phone, I know someone that can help us hack into the phone.” He said.

“Really?” Ginny gasped.

“Yes.”

“And you are just telling us now?” Emma groaned.

Robert scratched the nape of his neck, seeming nervous about something.

Emma noticed and turned to face Ginny.

“Hey, can you get coffee for us?”

“Are you kidding me? Why should I do that?”

“Because I am the team leader and you are to do whatever I ask you. Now, run along.”

“No, I’m not going.” Ginny said stubbornly.

“If you don’t go, I’m going to take you out of the investigation. And feel free to tell your father because trust me, I will convince him and get back the case and you won’t be on it.” Emma threatened.

Ginny glared at her, slowly coming up to her feet.

“I hate you!”

“The feeling is mutual, bratty.”

Ginny stormed out of the office.

Finally, they were alone.

“Is it Richard?” She asked him and he nodded his head. “You know there is something I will like to tell you. I don’t know how you would react to it but…” She paused. “Just know it’s because I care about you.”