Married To My Husband’s Enemy

CHAPTER 5

My mother soon busted aggressively into the room I was in. She looked very worried and was touching my body to find out if I was hurt.

“I am fine mum,” I said in an attempt to calm her temper.

“Are you sure?” she asked. I could feel her pain from her reactions. She has taken care of me alone since I was 8 years old, when I lost my father.

“It's alright,” I responded.

“We are asking that you leave respectfully Ma,” one of the cops who had a struggle with my mother said.

“Trust me, you don't want to get into trouble,” he continued.

“Careful how you talk to her,” I snorted.

My mother was soon escorted out of the room. I stayed there a few hours more before another officer came in.

“I am Officer Murphy,” the officer said.

“Officer Murphy?” I questioned with mocking laughter. I didn't care about my attitude and I was prepared for anything.

“You have to be smart.”

“Nothing happens without a reason.”

“There are no coincidences,” Officer Murphy said.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Officer Murphy stood up and slipped a neat small card towards me. I read the contents of the letter and on it was written:

Blakeview art gallery, 4660, Aldine Bender Road, RM 206

He then removed the cuffs from my hands without saying any further words.

I immediately saw that the cop had left the door open and it seemed like everywhere had become quiet. I immediately realized that the source of my problems had been revealed.

There was someone I had to meet and whoever the person was must have planned all of that.

“I might be on the way to finding my husband’s killer,” I said to myself.

I immediately left the premises.

I now had all of my belongings returned to me as I left the police station. Several questions were in my head.

“Are the police trying to help me or harm me further?”

“Why should I have to go to a place I have never been before?” these questions had no answer until I faced reality and made an attempt to find out.

I looked at the card given to me and I memorized the address. I soon got to the art gallery. It was the place I liked to visit. A lot of artwork was there and I saw it as an opportunity to try out another shot of photography.

I took out my camera to take pictures while waiting for the person who would recognize me from the message. I was very scared but I tried to suppress my fear. Using my camera had always been something I enjoyed doing and it gave me a lot of peace and serenity.

“Good day darling,” a mature voice echoed behind me.

I looked to see who it was and it was a man dressed very corporately. One could tell from his appearance, smell, and charisma that he was wealthy. I tried to keep my cool as he approached closer to me.

He was dressed in a navy double-breasted jacket with gold buttons and grey trousers. His eyebrows were perfectly carved.

“You look like you have had one hell of a day,” he continued.

“My name is Kasper, can I offer you a drink?” he said calmly as he offered a handshake.

“That's fine,” I responded timidly as I accepted his firm handshake.

“I am Porunn,” I said with a fake smile.

“I assume you are the one I am here to see?” I asked impatiently, as I was eager to get to the root of my troubles.

He had signaled for a drink and the glasses came in before I took one of them and he took the other. I was reluctant to drink mine because the events of the past days looked like a set up and I didn't want to play right into it.

“Finish up woman,” he said, signaling to the glass of champagne in my hands.

“Why would he insist on me finishing my drink? What would he gain if I drank it or not?” I asked myself.

I wasn't comfortable drinking the champagne and I pretended to miss my footing and spilled the drink on the ground.

“Ouch!” I said as the drink spilled over.

“Don’t stress it,” Kasper said as he signaled to the closest banquet server to clean up the mess I made.

“I'm sorry about that,” I said, trying to be innocent and hoping he didn't know that it was intentional.

“It's no problem”

“Anyway, it’s true that I planned for you to meet me here.”

“I received information that you are a prime suspect in the death of your husband,” Kasper continued.

“Yes, that is true.”

“If I may ask, how do you know about this?” I asked.

“Information is easily accessible for men like me,” he said with a burst of proud laughter.

“A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be involved in these kinds of things”

“It breaks my heart,” he said pitifully.

“I know nothing about these allegations”

“And I guess that I know you also know that,” I said.

“Look, Porunn, I don't care whether you murdered your husband or not.”

“Why should I be concerned about such things?” he said with another proud laughter.

“Domestic accidents and violence happen in many homes”

“And with people who are not as wealthy and powerful as I am, it occurs more often,” he said with a scuff.

“At the end of the day, we are all guilty of something, aren't we?” Kasper asked with a probing smile.

I didn't give a response and I was already intimidated by his approach. He didn't seem to show any remorse for my husband’s death. I had to question myself about whether he was involved or not.

“Even if he was involved, how could I possibly get justice against this kind of man,” I thought to myself.

Kasper seemed like the kind of man who would be unmoved by the worst situation.

“You are a beautiful woman who was married to a man who doesn't match your level”

“I am sure there were times you wanted to get free from the loser,” he continued.

I was already filled with anger because of his provocative statements.

“Get lost!” I yelled.

“Do not talk about my husband like that again.”