PROLOGUE
289 Words
In the hall, while everyone was celebrating, the atmosphere was loud and busy. People were savoring the victory. Ralph, however, was struggling to find his wife. Several minutes had already passed since she disappeared from his side.
A loud gunshot suddenly startled everyone. The crowd rushed outside to see what had happened.
A woman lay sprawled on the ground, covered in blood. Police officers had already surrounded the crime scene.
When Ralph drew closer, he froze. It was Dalia—his wife. She was wearing a red dress, her arm smeared with blood, her hands behind her back as the police were handcuffing her.
As he stepped nearer, that was when he realized—the woman lying in her own pool of blood was none other than his only sister.
“You killed her…”
“Ralph… I didn’t do this. Please, believe me!” his wife begged.
“You killed my sister?!” Ralph said in disbelief as he rushed to his unconscious sister’s side.
“No, I didn’t! I just found her lying here!” Dalia denied, her voice breaking. Ralph didn’t look at her, his focus fixed on his sister as he gently cradled her face..
“Ralph, listen to me, honey. I didn’t do this to Maya!” Dalia cried, struggling as the police dragged her away.
“Ralph! Believe me, please! Someone else killed her! I could never do this, Ralph!”
Ralph remained frozen, staring at his sister’s body. His fists clenched tightly in fury. Moments later, an ambulance arrived and carried his sister away, while he was still unable to process what had happened.
Now, how would he face it all? How could he accept losing both his sister and his wife?
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