Lie To Me

When it rains it pours

"What did you say?" I asked. This was the most absurd thing I have ever heard.

"They said there was an accident. everyone is saying..." The maid started.

"Dead? What do you mean by dead? What nonsense are you sprouting?" I could not help raising my voice.

"Madam, I heard back from the family butler. It is confirmed that the young master was in an accident," the butler said and my heart sank.

It couldn't be that I wished him dead, right? I had to admit that being a widow was still okay. I widow was still his wife.

"A widow..." I muttered.

Being a widow still fulfil the conditions the lawyer had said. But this worry about my fate and quick relief to know my goals were not affected by Noah's death filled me with guilt.

"Madam..." The butler started to say. I could see the worry on their faces and knew they misunderstood my reaction. Tis only fueled my guilt.

The maid put on the TV, and it was on the news. I panicked and changed the station, but it was everywhere. They were all reporting that the second son of the Black family had died.

My hands shook at every report. It was real. He was really dead. I may not have been in love with Noah, but he was still my husband. When I recalled his soft eyes, and smile, I felt guilty. Guilty for what? Only i knew. The thought that he was dead felt like a stab to the heart.

I picked up my phone to call his family but recalled that no one knew we were married. What would I say was my reason for a sign about him? Besides, after my family betrayed me, it was best my mother did not know much about my plan or the conditions to forced the marriage. Many always thought I was in love with Eric. To marry his brother would raise questions and the last thing I wanted was my mother looking into me.

I looked back at the TV screen.

"They say his boat sank at sea," the maid said.

"What do I do now?" I asked blankly.

"No one in Noah's family knows about our marriage, right?" I asked the butler.

"No madam," he answered.

"Alright. Don't tell anyone for now. Inform the staff. No one should know of our marriage till I am ready," I instructed.

The entire day, I waited for news to hear of a funeral. I was his wife; I still wanted to know. Many times, I was tempted to call the family, but I could not bring myself to call. No one would believe we were married and I did not want them to know either.

"It doesn't matter. I just need to hold out for a while till the conditions are met. I am sure they will not hold my husband dhing over me. Besides, the worst has happend. How could my situation get any worse?" I muttered to myself, an act to calm myself.

But it seemed I had spoken too soon.

One evening, as I paced around the living room, my anxiety building, I suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded. Two weeks had passed since Noah was declared dead. I could barely eat or sleep. Maybe the stress had finally gotten to me, because I was getting more tired and weak as the days passed.

At that moment , I felt faint and the maids saw me tilt. Someone hurried to catch and steady me, but my vision soon went dark.

I woke up a while after. Looking around, I soon realized I was in a hospital emergency ward. I looked around in confusion.

I barely ate, yesterday, but who faints from eating less? Iwas in a daze, not realizing the doctor had walked over to examine me till he spoke.

"A pregnant woman like yourself should me more careful. Stress is not good for you," the doctor said. "Dizziness and lightheadedness are normal. Just watch out for your diet and have lots of rest."

The doctor's words seemed like a bolt from the blue. Was it from that night? Noah and I had not been intimate since the night I escaped my mother's plot. I was pregnant?

My hands shook can I drop dead right now? I opened my mouth to ask about options to abort but a shaky voice interrupted me.

"Madam," my maid said with tears in her eyes. I knew what she was probably thinking. The husband does too early, but his wife is at least pregnant. The dead Noah has a descendant. A blessing at such a horrible time? What nonsense.

I held on to my stomach. I knew many would think this child was precious. And truthfully, I felt guilty towards Noah, but did that mean I had to raise his child? I was not ready to be a mother and truthfully, I did not want to be one.

The doctor continued to advise me on what I should or should not do. Panic filled me, so much, I could barely heard his words.

"You need to go for prenatal. Make sure you come with your husband; the doctor will need to talk to both of you," the doctor said, and I stilled. My eyes watered when I heard this, making the maid flustered, but I felt frustrated. So many things were going wrong. Was I cursed?

"I will take note!" The maid said.

I was soon discharged.

While I waited in the hospital lobby for my maid to return, I spotted a familiar figure passing by the lobby. Since Noah was dead, then the one walking past me, must be Eric.

As though possessed, I got up and immediately followed. I was not sure what I wanted to ask, but I needed to know about Noah.

I followed him towards the morgue and paused.

"Was he here to see Noah? Could Noah's body be here? But didn't they say they could not recover his body?" I muttered to myself.

I trembled as I paused by the corridor, unsure of whether to keep following.

Soon, Eric came out of the morgue, and I slipped inside. One of the freezers was open, and a body was left outside. I trembled as I walked over. I slowly pulled the white cloth to expose a familiar face, and my heart leaped into my throat.

"He is really dead," I muttered.

"Noah? How did this happen?" I asked him as though I could hear me.

I looked at his pale and lifeless form and could not stop myself.

"Who marries someone and dies? Don't you think this is a bit too much?" I asked. I was could feel my sanity slipping. My panic, worry and guilt that had built up over time had exploded at that moment.

I trembled and lowered into a squat. I was not sure how long I stayed that way.

Soon, I could hear Eric returning with someone. His voice, which was slightly like Noah's, slipped into my ears.

"Burn the body and all the evidence," Eric said and I froze. Burn? But did he not recover the body for a funeral? Evidence?

My hands shook as I immediately started recording on my phone.

"I thought you brought him back to have a funeral and give your parents closure," the strange man asked.

"The official statement is that he died at sea. If the body shows up, there will be an autopsy. We can't let it happen," Eric said, and my heart sank at the implications of this conversation.

"The poison would not show up on a normal autopsy. Besides, I can twig it. No need to be so cautious," the strange man said.

I immediately crawled behind a large island and stayed low. My heart pounded in my chest. The last thing I wanted was to be caught. I made sure to make no sound. I was afraid they could hear me breathing.

"I can't take chances. My grandfather will return soon. If there is a body, he will have it sent to professionals," Eric said.

"So we are getting rid of him? What a shame. I heard he was trained in the military in that department. His body would be a treasure trove to study," the man said.

"No, get rid of it," Eric said and walked away.

"Alright. I will label it for cremation and let you know," he said, and the door opened and closed.

I let out a breath. I did not dare have too much imagination. But even a foll could understand what I just heard. Eric Killed Noah!