"Ms. Chapman? We reviewed the surveillance footage. The water on the floor that caused you to fall... the lady sitting across from you splashed it deliberately."
My grip on the phone tightened.
That morning, Faith had threatened me. She said if I didn't meet her, she would send a sex tape of her and John to my father. My father, who suffered from severe heart disease.
I thought it was just a meeting. I thought I could handle her.
When I slipped and fell earlier, I suspected she had a hand in it. But this? This wasn't a prank. This was attempted murder.
My chest heaved violently, air rasping through my ruined throat.
I found out she was admitted to the second floor of the same hospital. Clutching the printed divorce agreement, fueled by a rage that burned hotter than the poison, I stormed toward her room.
I reached the doorway, ready to throw the truth in their faces.
Slap!
Before I could take a step inside, a heavy hand struck my face. The force whipped my head to the side, stinging tears springing to my eyes.
John stood there, chest heaving, eyes bloodshot and terrifying. His lips trembled with fury.