The Miracle of You

Barely a day later, Pamela was forcibly returned to the Callahan mansion. The police already had another important case on their hands and did not have time to deal with a case that was apparently already “proven” to be a suicide.

The media knew nothing about it. Pamela, on the other hand, knew that Gregory had something to do with all of this. With his power and influence, he could do anything that he wanted. Money could buy anything, and he wasn’t stingy with the price.

She also knew that Gregory had Winston killed out of revenge and as payback for the betrayal, for the affair they had and for running away together.

Pamela was horrified by this revelation. Gregory obviously had blood on his hands, especially when she learned what Winston had discovered, something that she hadn’t been able to tell the investigators.

Once she was brought back to this house, and she had had enough. This had gone too far!

She pulled her hand away from his grip and stopped in the middle of the second floor hallway.

“You can’t keep me here forever,” Pamela spat, her eyes blazing with anger. Despite her display of determination and ferocity, her body trembled with fear. After all, she knew what her husband was capable of now, and most of it wasn’t good. “I’ll keep my mouth shut, but I’ll never forget what you did!”

“And what exactly have I done?” Gregory said, raising an eyebrow. He crossed his arms over his chest in an almost casual manner. “You have no proof.”

“It doesn’t matter if I have proof or not. I know you’ll manipulate things to your satisfaction anyway,” she snapped. “I can never look at you the same again. You’re a monster!”

Gregory smirked. “The world is a cruel place, my dear. I just did what I had to do. I couldn’t just let him run around and keep ruining everything, now could I?”

“And what exactly was he ruining?” she demanded. “That’s right. Nothing! We were doing fine. He wasn’t going to tell anyone! He promised me!” Her voice took on a shaky tone, and she was now on the verge of tears. “We were going to spend our lives together and start over. We-”

Gregory approached her, and at that moment, the air between them changed. His expression turned impassive, and the tone of his voice changed to something icy and sinister.

“Don’t ever talk about him like that again,” he said frostily, sending a shiver down her spine. “You ask exactly what he ruined? Well, he ruined our family, that’s what. He took you away, and you left me and your children behind. He ruined a lot of things, but you shouldn’t act so innocent. You think I am the only one responsible for his death? Oh no, my dear. You are also part of the reason.”

“You-You killed him just for that?” She stared at him in disbelief. “You could’ve done it another way. Murder is never the solution, Gregory! I admit that I am partly to blame for this, but you… you were the one behind his death. You played God and took a life away. Don’t even try to turn things around!”

Gregory shook his head. “You are my wife. I only did what I had to do.”

“You could’ve just left me alone!” she cried. “You have the means to raise the children on your own. We don’t even love each other! If I lived with you like this, I would be unhappy for the rest of my life!”

Gregory laughed mockingly. “Are you saying that you really loved that foolish gardener? He had no future, Pamela. He had no power or influence. He was just a stupid idiot who thought that he could outwit me and take you away from me. Now that he’s gone, the world is a better place.”

Silence fell. The atmosphere in the corridor became more tense than before, almost stifling.

At that moment, something inside Pamela snapped. Something black and miasmic bubbled up inside her and then burst into white-hot rage.

Fuming, she stomped over to him, raised a hand and slapped him hard across the face.

“Our families arranged a marriage between us so that we could benefit from each other. We agreed, Gregory!” she screamed. “We both agreed and understood that we had no feelings for each other and that there was no guarantee that we ever would. How dare you say that about Winston?! You didn’t know him and you never will! Because you’re a monster, that’s why!”

Gregory didn’t react to the slap. In fact, he didn’t even seem upset.

Instead, he laughed. A mocking laugh that kept ringing in Pamela’s ears.

“Oh, I know a lot about him, Pamela. Maybe even more than you do,” he said amusedly. “I know that he used to be a petty thief and then improved his ‘skills’ along the way. He used to rob and blackmail people for money. He was poor back then. He was an orphan and had nothing. When his father died-”

“No! Shut up!” she shouted. “I can’t believe you! You’re still like this, even after what you’ve done? How could you do such a thing? Don’t you realize how terrible your actions are? What would our children think if they knew the truth? What if the world finds out what you’ve done? Do you think that you’ll just get away with it because you have money and power?”

“Oh, so now you’re worried about the kids?” Gregory gave her a disparaging look. “Well, then you should have thought about them before you decided to elope with that man. Don’t pretend to be such a good person, Pamela. You’re a hypocrite.”

Pamela’s face turned red. Humiliation, grief, and anger swirled around her, and she could not think straight. The words began to shoot out of her lips like tiny missiles, all aimed at their target.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“You have no right to judge my choices!” she screamed. “I have always tried to be the perfect wife to you and a good mother to our children. But you… you are so suffocating and intimidating to be around! And our son even follows your example. He doesn’t like to be around people – including me – unless it benefits him. I’m tired of living like this!”