Chapter 97


    Chapter 97


    RAVEL


    THREE YEARS AGO


    The relentless messages from the anonymous sender were escting the tension, leaving me


    exasperated. Raymond entered my office, his expression mirroring my own frustration. As he pulled out


    a chair and settled into it with a frustrated sigh, his face tightened with annoyance.


    “You wouldn’t mind if I helped myself to a drink, would you?” he asked, nodding toward the ss on my


    desk. I shook my head, granting silent permission. He seized the ss and downed its contents in one


    swift gulp, his irritation palpable.


    “I can’t recall thest time I felt this infuriated,” he muttered angrily, running his fingers through his hair


    as he struggled to make sense of the disturbing messages.


    “I am taking your reaction as you didn’t find anything tangible on who that ba stard is right?”


    Observing his weary nod, it was clear that Raymond had hit a dead end in his pursuit: “The sender is


    crafty, operating from a gaming center,” he confirmed, his frustration echoing my own. “But


    interrogating college and high school students seeking refuge from the rigors of life and school is


    neither practical nor ethical.”


    “Have you checked the CCTV footage?” I inquired, hoping for a breakthrough.


    He nodded solemnly. “I’ve reviewed the footage thoroughly. There’s no discernible pattern. No new


    faces showing up when the messages are sent, nor any recurring visitors to the gaming center at those


    times.”


    My frustration intensified, and I rubbed my temples, pondering the motive behind this relentless


    harassment. “What could this person possibly gain from driving a wedge between Hazel and me?” I


    mused aloud, shaking my head in disbelief. “I don’t have any crazed exes, and the ones from my past


    have long moved on to families of their own. Who could be behind this juvenile game?”


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    Raymond’s uncertainty hung in the air like a heavy cloud. “I wish I had the answer to that question,


    boss,” he admitted with a heavy sigh. “Rest assured, someone is actively investigating this, and we


    won’t rest until we uncover the identity of the culprit.”


    Returning to my work on theptop, I sensed Raymond’s lingering gaze upon me. Raising an


    inquisitive eyebrow, I prompted him, “Is there something you’d like to share?”


    He cleared his throat before cautiously speaking, “What if, just a big ‘what if, it’s Mrs. Southwark?”


    I couldn’t hide my astonishment. “My mother?” I echoed, the idea seeming almost absurd.


    Raymond nodded earnestly. “It’s no secret that she has reservations about Hazel being your wife, and


    we haven’t heard much from her since that ident,” he leaned in closer. “For all we know, she could


    have arranged for someone to harass you through those texts, hoping you’d be so concerned for


    Hazel’s safety that you’d contemte divorcing her.”


    My skepticism regarding Anne’s involvement remained evident in my scoffing response. “Anne can’t be


    that naive,” I retorted, my disbelief in her capacity to think I’d divorce Hazel over such trivial messages


    apparent. “I’ll arrange for someone to discreetly keep an eye on her. If she is truly the mastermind


    behind this, she’s bound to slip up one day.”


    Acknowledging my decision, Raymond began to rise from his seat, ready to depart. However, as he


    made his move, my phone emitted a distinctive ping. Reacting swiftly, I picked up the device and


    noticed the familiar sender’s name, prompting me to halt Raymond in his tracks. “Wait!” I called out,


    causing him to pause and pivot back towards me. “Hold on a moment, they’ve sent another message.”


    Raymond’s curiosity was piqued as he slipped his hands into his pockets, waiting for details. “What


    does it say?” he inquired.


    Expecting a simr text to the previous ones, I opened the message, only to be confronted with an


    unexpected surprise: a video. My brows furrowed in perplexity. “It’s not a text,” I informed Raymond,


    who promptly closed the gap between us, eager to witness the content of the video.


    Clicking on the video, we watched it y out. The video contained when Hazel was screaming at her


    ex-boss Harrison. That ba stard is already dead, why am I watching a video of him?


    <<<“What the fuck is your problem?!” she spat at him. The fool tried to approach her but she red at


    him, grabbing the artifact next to her. “If you daree close to me again, I am going to smash your


    head with this artifact and I am going to crush your balls with it after slicing your throat.”>>>


    Raymond cast a quick, knowing nce my way. “Could this possibly be what I suspect?” he queried,


    his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and curiosity.


    I responded with a subtle nod, affirming his suspicion. “I believe this is the video capturing the day


    Harrison attempted to sexually harass her.” My voice quivered with a potent blend of anger and


    frustration. “If only that vile individual were still breathing, I would have personally administered justice.


    But why, in the name of reason, would this im becile send me such incriminating evidence?”


    Raymond, just as bewildered, raised his shoulders in a helpless shrug. “We’ll need to get to the bottom


    of this enigma. I’m certain the sender’s motives will be unveiled in due time.”


    Almost as if anticipating Raymond’s deration, my phone emitted a subtle ping, heralding the arrival


    of another message. from the mysterious sender. Raymond leaned in closer, eager to decipher the


    iing text.


    Raymond’s gaze remained unwavering as we both stared at the chilling image disyed on my phone


    – a case report detailing Harrison’s gruesome demise. ording to the report, he had met a brutal end


    with his head crushed by a familiar object. Next to the text was a photo of that very artifact, the same


    one Hazel had once used to threaten him. The document continued, detailing how Harrison’s assant


    had subjected him to further horrors, smashing his genitals with that same object before ultimately


    ending his life by slicing his throat open with a butter knife.


    Silence hung heavily between us, no words necessary to convey the grim understanding that had


    settled upon us both. The implications were clear.


    My phone pinged once more, breaking the eerie stillness. This time, a new image emerged, depicting


    Hazel holding the very butter knife mentioned in the report, apanied by a chilling message.


    HARRISON DIED ACCORDING TO HOW HAZEL THREATENED HIM AND THERE IS A PICTURE


    OF HER HOLDING THE MURDER WEAPON THAT SAME DAY. THIS WILL MAKE A VERY GOOD


    CASE IF TAEKN TO THE COP. YOU HAVE THREE DAYS TO GIVE HAZEL THOSE DIVORCE


    PAPERS OR I WILL TAKE ACTIONS. P.S I KNOW YOU WERE THERE THAT NIGHT WITH YOUR


    BODY GUARD. I AM SURE THE AUTHORITIES WILL ALSO WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU WERE


    DOING THERE AND WHY YOU DELIBERATELY STAYED AWAY FROM THE CAMERA.


    A cold sweat drenched me, mirroring the ominous weight of the situation. Raymond, equally defeated,


    found his way around the table and sank into a chair. He voiced the unease that had settled upon us


    both. “What’s the n, bossman? He’s got a pretty dam ning case.”


    I ran my hand down my face, struggling to make sense of this twisted web. “If Hazel ims he tried to


    assault her, they’ll question why she never reported it to the authorities. Their assumption will be that


    she’d already taken matters into her own hands.” The situation was a nightmarish tangle, a real


    possibility that she could be wrongfully convicted. “I need you to track down that ba stard, Raymond.


    They’re out to destroy our happiness.”


    Raymond’s shoulders slumped as he absorbed my decision. “I’m truly sorry, boss, but given the


    circumstances, it’s going to take considerably longer than three days to track down that individual. We


    need toe up with a moreprehensive n.”


    I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing with the implications of what I was about to do. “Give my


    lawyer a call,” 1 reiterated, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. “Instruct him to prepare the divorce


    papers, starting the process with


    Hazel.”


    Raymond’s eyes widened, disbelief etched across his face. “You’re really going through with this?


    Divorcing Hazel?”


    With a heavy sigh, I confirmed my decision, determination burning in my eyes, “I have no choice, at


    least for now. But once we locate that despicable person, I’ll do everything in my power to reunite with


    my wife.”


    Raymond’s expression darkened, and he shook his head with a heavy sigh. “Boss, you know Hazel


    won’t sign those divorce


    papers


    without a solid reason. She’s not going to let go easily.”


    A sense of remorse and pain surged within me as I realized the harsh truth. “I’ll do whatever it takes to


    make her sign them,” I dered firmly, my resolve unwavering. “Even if it means resorting to things that


    will make her despise me. We have to protect her from this threat, no matter the cost.”


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