My Baby’s Daddy

The police station was within sight. Imogen was eventually locked in a room, awaiting interrogation. She pleaded to make a call several times, but her requests were denied. She panicked as she paced around.

Soon, Shirley and Roy arrived. The number Imogen called belonged to the ringleader of the kidnappers, and the cops were trying to recover the deleted text messages. “They’ll recover the messages in ten minutes. We just have to wait,” said Roy.

“We have time. It’s not like she can run away,” answered Shirley. The friendship she shared with Imogen was already lost. After she saw how conniving Imogen was, she knew there was no friendship between them all along, she was only using Shirley to her advantage.

Ten minutes later, the lost messages were recovered. Shirley, through the messages, saw how Imogen exposed her true identity. She was also the one who came up with the abduction plan. The proof of betrayal sitting right before her suffocated Shirley for moments. She held up the paper and asked the cops to let her meet Imogen.

The cops knew who Shirley was, so they promptly brought her to where Imogen was locked up. Imogen was in a rut, but when she heard someone coming, she quickly held the steel bars and tried to see who it might be. To her delight, it was Shirley. “Shirley? Shirley you’re finally here! I thought you wouldn’t come.” Imogen heaved a sigh of relief, thinking Shirley had come to save her.

was cold and indifferent. Imogen pleaded, “Shirley, you

the cop. “Give us

bars, looking at the panicked Imogen while staring into her eyes. “Imogen, why did you tell the kidnappers everything about me? When did you start

disbelief. She played dumb. “What are you talking about,

dumb. See for yourself.” Shirley hurled the paper into the

chat with the kidnappers. “Listen to me, Shirley. They made me do this. They were desperate for money, so they came to me.

base, you only approached me because I was from a good family. You never saw me as a

had seen through her true colors. “No, wait. You

for money. You risked my life. You handed me on a platter to