Adam's pov

I was now standing once more infront of the place where I was around six months ago. And both of the times, I was here for one person, Sabrina.

I didn't know why I was doing this. Did it really matter to me what happened between Sabrina and her mother. Did it really matter if Sabrina was depressed because of everything in her life. I mean, she was no one to me. Then why am I here? I didn't know. And at this moment, I didn't have the time to wonder about it.

I walked up to the door, ringing the bell, hoping that the door opens soon and I could get this meeting done with, solving the issue between Mrs.May and Sabrina as soon as possible.

The door opened, and there stood infront of me, a woman in her late forties, with brunette hair and slight wrinkles around her eyes, Mrs.May

As soon as she saw me, her face contorted into an angry expression. She was about to slam the door on my face, when I quickly jammed my leg between the door, preventing it from closing

"Mrs.May . I know you don't want to see me here. But please, I have to talk," I spoke as politely as possible.

She didn't seem to budge for a while, but after my constant protests, she let the door go.

"What do you want to talk about Adam," she gritted.

"Can we please talk inside?"

I could easily tell through her expressions that she did not like my suggestion. But nonetheless, she moved away from the door, giving me the space to move inside the house.

I slowly walked in, and as soon as I did, she marched to the living room and I silently followed behind.

After reaching there, she turned her body to face mine, crossing her arms against her chest, and giving me a hardened look.

"You wanted to talk? So talk."

"Sabrina's pregnant."

Her angry demeanour seemed to shift for a while, as something passed beneath the surface of her hardened expression. But it lasted only for a second.

"I guessed that the last time she was here," she spoke," and I don't know why should that concern me in anyway."

Rage filled my blood as soon as she said that, and my ears started burning with anger. Why should it concern her? Maybe because Sabrina was her fucking daughter.

I didn't want a heated argument to start between us. But I couldn't help the raising of my voice,

"She is your daughter. I think that is more than enough for her pregnancy to concern you. "

She was about to reply when I swiftly continued,

"Look Mrs.May. I don't exactly know what happened between you and her. But Bree needs you. Specially in her this condition. She needs a mother to guide her through this phase."

She snickered at my words and started howling with laughter, as if the most funniest joke was said to her.

"Your wife didn't tell you anything did she."

My brows furrowed at her words.

"What do you mean?"

"She doesn't need me. And even if she did, she knows for a fact that I will never be by her side. After everything she had done to me, to my family, she should know that better than anyone else."

My confusion grew with every passing second. What did she fucking mean by all this?

I was about to question her once more, when she herself revealed the truth to me, the truth which I had never expected.

"Confused Adam? I don't know whether you know this or not. But your wife is a fucking murderer."

Murderer? Did she already know about what happened with dad?

"Mur..murderer," I stuttered slightly in shock, as never in a million years did I expect her to know.

"You do remember Shirley don't you?"

"Sabrina's twin who passed away?"

"And do you remember the house fire we once had?"

"Umm. I guess."

"Yes. Now tell me. What do you know about Shirley's death?"

"What else is there to know. She was stuck in the fire and she couldn't escape."

"So. Sabrina didn't tell you huh"

"Tell me what?" I questioned.

"She didn't tell you that she is the fucking reason why my daughter, why my Shirley is dead."

"What th.. what are you talking about?" I raged.

"I AM SAYING THE TRUTH. YOUR WIFE IS THE MURDERER OF MY DAUGHTER."

This time I couldn't control myself as I screamed out, " MIND YOUR LANGUAGE WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT MY WIFE."

"Why will I? You came to mend our relationship. So you should know the whole truth. That night, my little baby girl was trying to escape. But your Sabrina pushed her to the fire. It's because of her that she is dead."

"Are you out of your mind. Sabrina was a child back then. Why would she do that?"

" Because from childhood, she was just a sick sadist who killed my daughter for no reason. She is a psychopath who gets happiness in other's pain."

"SHUT UP. SHE IS NOT LIKE THAT."

"Oh ya. Tell that when she will kill someone dear to you for nothing but her sick pleasure. "

And as soon as she said that, the world shifted from beneath my feet. She already did kill someone dear to me. Someone who was my entire life.

Immediately I was reminded of dad who loved her more than his own child. Who always cared for her.

She didn't have any reason to kill him but yet she did. Why? And if Mrs. May was right, then that means she killed her own sister too for no reason.

Her words kept ringing in my head.

She is a psychopath who gets pleasure in other's pain.

And that is when my biggest question got answered. She didn't kill dad for any revenge or any gain. She just killed him out of pure malice and evilness of her heart. I finally came to know the reason behind my dad's murder.

It was because she was a sick murderer.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to end her life in the most painful way possible.

She is the murderer of my father. And I would be damned if I let a psychopath like her near my daughter!!

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Sabrina's pov

"Stop kicking me," I ordered, slapping my stomach lightly

But no. My dear daughter seemed to always enjoy this too much as no matter how many times I shout, this action of hers does not stop. The only times she does stop doing it is when Adam rubs his hand over my belly. Seems like she only loves her dada and not her momma.

I huffed angrily. My stomach was aching alot due to her constant kicks. And upon that, Adam wasn't even home to calm her down. Where is he? It's already way past the time he usually comes home.

All of a sudden, I heard the door open and immediately I strotted to the front room to see Adam entering the house.

A disdainful look was sitting on his face. His eyes bloodshot and his jaw clenched. I could see a hunger in his eyes. Hunger for destruction.

He was good to me for all these months, wasn't he? So all this interpretations from my side was most definitely a misunderstanding. He was most probably stressed from work.

I marched towards him, immediately holding his hand in mine.

"Adam," I complained, " why are you so late? You know how your daughter doesn't calm down until her dada's around."

I expected him to say something. But his body remain unmoving, as not a single word left his mouth.

This time, I placed my hand on his jaw trying to grab his attention.

"Adam," I called out.

His eyes immediately shifted towards mine, and his eyes narrowed as I could see fires of fury and hatred smoldering in them.

"Don't touch me," he whispered in such a low voice that at first I failed to comprehend what he just said. Which is why I did no action to listen to his order. And that is when his anger palpitated.

Grabbing my hand that was on his jaw, he screamed, " I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME." Saying that he pushed me back, not hard to hurt me, but enough to create a distance between us.

But nonetheless, I was shook by his actions. I blinked continuously as I looked up to him.

"What's wrong?"

As soon as I said that, Adam's hand wrapped around my throat in a tight hold as he brought his lips near my ears.

"How dare you ask that? How dare you ask that after killing my father."

I turned white as chalk at his words. My eyes and mouth became frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise.

"Wh..what?" I stuttered incredibly.

He responded by lightly pushing me back, away from him. But due to the gravity of the situation, I fell to my knees.

"I.. Mr.Black...what...what are you talking about?" I muttered with great difficulty as my throat started constricting and tears pooled in my eyes.

"Stop pretending. You've known it all along didn't you. You've known it all along why I hated you"

And as those words left his mouth, a part of my soul broke. My Adam, the one I loved, punished me all this time for a false accusation.

I wanted to defend myself and scream out at him. But I felt too broken to make any coherent sentences.

"I..no..Adam you are wrong. Why would I?" I cried out still sitting on the floor.

"Maybe for the exact same reason you killed Shirley," he spat.

What? How did he know about her?

Drops after drops of tears kept pouring from my eyes, as I tried to reply to him. But only muffled sobs escaped my lips.

"No reply sweetheart," Adam sneered, crouching down to my position, " no answer for my question."

"Ada..Adam. I didn't. I didn't kill anyone. I..I swear on our unborn child"

He eyes turned furious at my words as he wrapped his hand on my scalp, fisting my hair in a tight hold, " you bitch. Lying on my daughter's name."

I just frantically shook my head, crying profusely," No Adam. I swear. I swear I am not lying."

Something seemed to flash in his eyes as he kept staring at my tear stained face for a while. He left his tight hold on my hair as he marched to his room, only to come back with a laptop in his hand.

Sitting on the sofa, he opened the laptop, frantically typing something on it.

Keeping the laptop on the sofa, he strolled towards my position on the floor, grabbing onto my wrist and pulling me along with him.

He brought me to the sofa as he ordered, "sit and watch."

I wanted to protest, but I was too scared to say anything as I silently sat beside him, watching whatever he ordered me too.

It looked like a CCTV footage of a hotel. A hotel which I knew very well. The footage was of the entrance. And there I saw a very familiar woman entering, a woman none other than myself.

And then I remembered. It was the day Mr.Black was murdered. At this very hotel.

I clearly remembered going to the hotel to meet him as he ordered me to. But before I could reach him, I got the news which shattered my soul , the news of his death.

But I didn't know how this footage was relevant to his accusation against me.

The video forwarded, and the entire scene shifted now to the room Mr.Black was residing in. He was in his sweats and he was facing towards the open window, intently staring outside.

Suddenly someone else came in the view of the camera. Although her back was facing the camera, anyone who knows me, could easily tell it was me. She had the same hair as mine and was wearing the exact same outfit that I was wearing that day. But...why don't I remember going to his room?

Mr.Black did not turn to look at her. His gaze still fixated outside. Suddenly, the woman's hands raised, and my breathe hitched as I saw what she was holding in them.

A freaking gun!!

"No," I lightly whispered simultaneously as the woman in the video called out Mr.Black.

And what shook me was that she had the exact same voice like mine.

Mr.Black turned to her calling out in a small voice which was still audible in the video,

"Sabrina."

And that was the moment. That exact moment when the a blinding sound filled the surrounding. The gun was shot . Not once. Not twice. But thrice.

"NOOOO," I screamed out to the video, and that is when Adam closed his laptop with a large bang and left his seat to go stand infront of me.

"You have anything more to say for your defence," he shrieked, "TELL ME. YOU HAVE ANYTHING MORE TO SAY."

But I couldn't respond. I was rooted to my spot in shock.

But my trance broke as I felt Adam roughly fisting my hair in a rough hold and forcing me to stand up.

"Ahhh," I shrieked in pain.

"I ASKED YOU SOMETHING. HAVE ANYTHING MORE TO SAY "

"A..Adam," I called out, trying my best to loosen his hold on my hair," I swear I don't know anything. I swear that wasn't me."

But he paid no heed to my words as his hold on my hair tightened causing me to cry out even more,

"Adam," I cried out painfully with tears blurring my vision, "you..you've known me for seventeen years Adam. How c..can you trust a video over me. I..I loved Mr.Black. He was like my own dad. Why...why would I do that to him."

"BECAUSE YOU ARE A PSYCHOPATH. FIRST YOU KILLED SHIRLEY FOR SHEER JOY AND THEN YOU KILLED MY FATHER. WHO DO YOU PLAN TO KILL NEXT HUH? ME? MY DAUGHTER?"

"ADAM," I screamed , "How could you? M..my baby. I would die before hurting her. I swear Adam it wasn't me in the video. You can't even see my face Adam. H..how can you trust the video?"

"Because I fucking know you. I know your hair. I know your voice and I know everything about you. And the one thing I know for sure is I.Fucking.Hate.You"

Saying that he pushed me back leaving me alone, with tear stained cheeks and a broken hurt.

The man I loved my entire life, the man whom I gave my everything to, believed a video over me and punished me in the cruelest. He raped me, abused me both physically and mentally, for what? Because he didn't trust me. But how could I complain? My own mother didn't trust me. So how could I expect someone else to

But still, it hurt so fucking much.

Why did everyone hate me? Why doesn't anyone trust me? Am I that bad that everyone always thinks the worst of me? Why?

And within those questions, I felt something wet flowing down from between my thighs to my legs. Before I could comprehend what was happening, a painful cramp hit my stomach. And that is when I realised.

Holy shit! I AM GOING IN LABOUR.

And at that moment, I didn't know what I could do. I was so scared and worried. And so I screamed out,

"ADAMMMMMM."

Phew. This is by far the longest chapter I have written.

Finally we know why Adam accuses Sabrina

Btw, Sabrina and Shirley are not identical twins.

Sooo. How did you like it? From day one of the writing this book, I was waiting for this chapter. And although it didn't turn out as great as my expectations, I think it is still okay.

Anyways. Comment down your thoughts.

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