Chapter 6 You’ll Bear Charlene’s Crime
It opened, its swing slow and creaking. She then looked, and her eyes suddenly glinted. “Bren!” She stepped forward, animated by her excitement. “Bren, listen! There’s something you must kn—”
“Shut the hell up and follow me!”
At that moment, Deirdre noticed how bone-chillingly frigid he looked. She instantly froze. “W-What’s going on?”
His stare could freeze blood. “Lena was out driving. She ran over someone by accident and killed them. Then, she ran.”
Deirdre’s mind went blank. “She killed someone in a hit-and-run? Then she should report herself to the authorities! What does this have to do with—”
A lump formed in her throat. Her voice broke and disbelief dawned on her as she fixed her eyes on him.
His words came out like a decree. “Take the blame for her crime.”
Deirdre’s eyes widened in horror, and she felt like her world was on the brink of collapsing. “No! No, no, no! No! Why? Why should I be the one to… to be imprisoned? To be sentenced to death? To suffer in her place?!”
“Because, Deirdre McKinnon, you pretended to be her for two years!” Brendan snarled. That woman’s wails were so grating that he cringed. “They managed to snap a picture of her when she ran away, but the two of you look the same anyway! Everyone will think it was you. You have nowhere to hide.”
“Then tell the world we’re not the same person! Tell them that Charlene and I are two different people!” she yelled, her breaths heavy and labored. “And you’re wrong about me pretending to be her. She’s the pretender! She took away my life six years ago! I was the one who risked her life to save you from the fire, Bren! It was me!”
Deirdre had expected disbelief and shock, and yet to her surprise, Brendan hardly frowned. Something worse took over his features—disgust. “Lena was right. You found out about her rescuing me from the fire six years ago, and your sorry *ss immediately tried to pretend to be her in that story! You really scraped the bottom of the barrel, Deirdre.”
“What… are you saying?”
“If you really were the one who saved me 6 years ago, why didn’t you blare it out like a f*cking PSA over the past two years? It would be just like you to want the whole f*cking world to know!”
Tears burst out of her eyes. God knows how much she had tried to tell him over the past two years, but he had never let her finish a sentence. He hated hearing her speak, and the only thing he could stomach was her face. His favorite version of her was that of a lowly mute.
“Look, I have had enough. Report yourself to the authorities without any funny business and I’ll make sure you don’t get the death sentence. You’ll get a few years maybe, but by the time you’re released, I’ll compensate you for your time.”
few years maybe? A few
a broken laugh, her voice thick with tears. “Fat chance, Brendan Brighthall! Don’t you even think you can make me do Charlene’s time. She killed someone! She should pay for it
had been burned out. A storm then overcame him. “Ah. I get it. You love
her
the floor. By the time she recovered enough strength to collect her phone, she instantly received a call. Her mother’s
call in a
Dee? Where are you, Dee Dee?”
so feeble. So vulnerable. Tears welled
par with that of a typical child. Since Deirdre had agreed to become Charlene’s placeholder wife, Brendan had moved
“Hi, M-Mom. I’m, uh, at home with Brendan right now. Why are you calling
sounded lost. “Aunt Engel?
nurse, Mrs. Engel, had never left her
else’s? There were people over here. They broke things and pushed me and said they wanted me to get-the-fak-out. Then, they said they would
heard Ophelia’s shriek. “Arrghhh! Get
“Mom?! Mom!”
She felt her heart palpitating
residence and yet found only a stranger locking the front door. There was no sight of her mother. Deirdre lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of his sleeve, and demanded, “Who are you?! Where is my
hand away without showing a tinge of sympathy. “That nutcase was your mother?! God, crazy
cuckoo’s nest?!” Deirdre’s eyes widened in rage. “You people sent my mother to an institution and claimed this house as your
house belongs to the Brighthalls, nutty. And now, Mr. Brighthall wants the house back and wants your mother hopping merrily away, okay? By the way, I know you’re thankful for us sending your mom to a nuthouse.
that, the man got in his car smugly and drove
manhandled and dragged to a mental institution of unknown reputation. Was this her punishment for refusing
was a video. Deirdre opened it and saw a middle-aged woman shivering in
her
wide, looney!” said a disembodied voice. Whoever was speaking was standing outside of the frame.
to a bucket before zooming into its content. It was some kind of mushy chum so minced and gooey that no one could tell what kind of food it
bowl of it and flung it at Ophelia. “Food, looney! You were
shot a look at the food and pinched
grateful to even have a meal! Stop
Still, she shook her head. “B-B-But I don’t wanna! It stinks! It’ll
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In Chapter 6 of the Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers series, two characters Deirdre and Brendan are having misunderstandings that make their love fall into a deadlock. Deirdre McKinnon fell in love with Brendan Brighthall and were married for six years. Brendan had a solid body and a handsome face which made Deirdre fall in love with and marry him. But that's why she brought her to be a miserable wife. he controls her and doesn't let her leave his control for more than 30 minutes. Today after vomiting at home and when the doctor checked her, she was pregnant. That scared her, Deirdre really wanted to have a baby but was afraid Brendan took that child away,... Will this Chapter 6 author Aqua Summers mention any details. Follow Chapter 6 and the latest episodes of this series at Novelxo.com.
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