“Pay it first, or I won’t consider renewing the contract,” I replied. Simon lightly agreed and hung up. Shortly after, the money came through, ten times more than the original amount and I didn’t plan on returning the extra.
I didn’t think Simon or Scarlett owed me anything; they paid for my three years, but it felt like a forced sale. Honestly, those years were awfully taken from me, so I accepted the “after-sales service.” The money was supposed to buy my silence, but it only fueled my resolve to seek justice.
Simon always arrogantly thought he was a desirable man, that marrying him was an honor, which was why he said he’d marry me when I got out. He was so confident, probably knowing how much this whole ordeal affected me. His arrogance was his weakness, one I planned to exploit.
After sorting through my chaotic thoughts, I started thinking about how to send Scarlett to jail. If Scarlett went to jail, Simon would have to follow. But I still couldn’t understand why Scarlett did it. Her actions didn’t make sense and in three years, all evidence must have been destroyed, but the dead couldn’t be resurrected.