Allegations
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Pamela's POV
“Pack your things and ensure that I don't find you there when I get back.”
I staggered through my apartment's door. Adam's words kept ringing in my ear, cutting deeper with every replay.
Stream of tears flowed down my cheeks as my body trembled on the bed with a mix of despair and anger.
Despair because I couldn't save my marriage and anger because I was mistreated by my husband and my best friend.
Everything happened so fast. One moment I was a married woman and the next, I became a stranger in my husband's life.
Despite so many attempts to sleep, I couldn't find my eyes snapping shut peacefully. With every toss and turn I made, my mind replayed different moments from the restaurant.
From Adam’s cold face while we were alone to Molly showing up and the discovery of the affair, all of it was stuck in my head like a broken movie.
When my eyelids became heavy, I cried myself to sleep and I found myself awake the next morning. I had a deep sleep but it wasn't enough to heal the pain inside.
I reluctantly forced myself out of bed as I needed to leave Adam's home as soon as possible. With every folding of my clothes, I felt like a part of me was being erased in Adam’s home and it broke me.
I took long drags of air to keep calm as I continued packing.
When I was done with the wardrobe, I proceeded to the shoe rack beside the wardrobe but the blaring sound of the doorbell distracted me.
With the assumption that it could be one of the neighbors, I chose to ignore.
But the ringing blared through the building, more powerful than the last.
As I rose up to go see who was at the door, the maid appeared at the door.
“Ma'am, there's someone at the front door,” her brows pulled together in concern but I shrugged.
“Don't worry Martha, it's probably just a neighbor. They'd leave when they don't get any response. Plus, I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone right now.”
Martha hesitated but seeing my insistence on not attending to the door, she nodded curtly and left.
With Martha out of the room, I finished up with packing my belongings.
After what seemed like minutes, my ears picked on some distinct noises from the living room.
As I dashed out of my room, I met Martha again. This time she looked more scared, than worried.
“Ma'am, it's the police. They're asking for you."
I froze, the words replacing my curiosity with confusion.
"The police? What do they want?" Panic surged through me as I asked Martha.
"I don't know. They said they want to see you and it's urgent,” she replied, clearly shaken by their presence.
I swallowed hard,"I will go talk to them."
I walked downstairs with my heart pounding. As I walked down the last staircase, two officers moved closer, their expressions serious and unyielding.
"Are you Pamela White?" one of them asked, his voice clipped.
"Yes. How can I help?" I inquired, trying to mask the fear in my voice.
“Well, we're from the state's police station. We have a warrant for your arrest."
My breath caught at my throat. "Arrest? For what?"
"Your ex-husband, Adam White has accused you of theft." One of the policemen stated.
"Th-theft?" I stammered struggling to process the words.
“What are you talking about?"
I thought the divorce was the end but it was clear that Adam was not done with ruining me. He already broke my heart and now he was trying to paint me as a criminal? Pathetic.
"What did I supposedly steal?" I managed to ask, my voice shaking.
"His property. Specifically, a sum of money and some personal belongings.”
My fingers curled into fists, "No! That's absurd! I haven't taken anything from him. You have to believe me." I pleaded, desperation dripping from my voice.
My heart raced as I try to figure out a way out of this mess.
"Ma'am, please come with us to our station for further questioning as whatever you say here could be used against you in the court of law.”
Christ. This was really happening!
I thought life would be easier after our break up but life was only going to keep getting worse for me at this point.
"Please officers, I'm innocent. This is all a misunderstanding!" I implored, my voice cracking.
"Ma'am, we need you to come with us.” The policeman demanded while his assistant gestured to the exit.
They were acting so calm but it did nothing to pacify the anxiety I was feeling, I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff.
How could Adam do this to me? The betrayal stung more than I could bear.
"Can I at least get my things?" I asked, frustration creeping into my voice.
"Just the essentials." The policeman replied.
As I turned to gather a few items, I felt Martha's concerned eyes on me. " Ma'am, I will call someone—"
"Don't," I interrupted, feeling a rush of anger." Don't get involved, you don't have to worry, I will handle it."
I grabbed my purse from the couch, clutching it tightly like my life depended on it.
Like the divorce, this arrest also felt like a dream, one that I seriously wanted to wake up from.
As I tagged along behind the officers, I knew this was the end.
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