Marriage With A Evil Heart

We were all silenced and continued to look at the screen.

Amelia is seen walking to the edge of the rooftop before being stopped in her tracks by the guardrail.

At this time, she looked back the way she had come, and the expression on her face seemed to change for a moment.

“What’s she looking at?” Anna exclaimed.

“Not like that!” I shook my head, and Amelia in the picture did look back, glancing over her shoulder.

I hurriedly paused and tried to zoom in on the image, and there was a hint of a smile on that pretty face of hers, and I suddenly had the feeling that she was looking through the image and smiling wickedly at me.

My heart, ‘thump’, involuntarily missed a sudden beat.

The next second, I hurriedly resumed the original video playback, which showed Amelia had reached out, grabbed the guardrail and flipped right over.

Then standing at the edge of the rooftop, her white pajamas standing out in the dim light, she stood at the edge and gazed out into the distance, then reached out with her arms spread wide, and without half a moment’s hesitation, she stepped forward.

My hand instinctively shook with it.

Yes, she just steps forward.

Step into the air as if you were walking normally, rather than jumping up and down with both feet.

That one dim white color fell downward in an instant.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“I’m going to …,” Anna exclaimed.

My heart beat wildly as the figure disappeared.

To be honest, I hated Amelia so much that every cell of my being hissed at me to tear her apart. But watching her just disappear into the picture without a word signaled her downfall.

I’m always a little upset, and it’s a mixed bag of emotions!

Whether she was cheap, or sorry for her, or failed to punish her properly … it is not easy to say!

Anyway, the heart is a little stuffed!

I silently dialed back the image a bit more, zooming in on her last smile again, framing it on the screen.

Anna hurriedly retracted her gaze and reminded me unhappily, “Stop looking at it quickly! Be careful of having nightmares! This is too eerie!”

I mentally bellyache, nightmares I’ve already done, and indeed what’s truly eerie isn’t Amelia’s evil grin.

She smiled a wicked smile, and for a moment I wondered if she was being driven by hallucinogens or not; the smile was clearly a very lucid state.

Albert reached out and jerked the phone out of my hand, also scanning the image I had framed, and said, as if to himself, “Actually, what’s got us wondering is how the hallucinogen, which was in her system, got into her.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, looking at Albert in disbelief.

Albert looked at me, “Because, the time between when the police took her away from you and when she died was five hours and forty-five minutes.

During this time it took 25 minutes for the police car to drive back to the police station, then less than 10 minutes to get out of the car and be taken into the small interview room at the police station. To keep her in there unattended was an hour and 20 minutes.”

“Why would no one ask?” I asked Albert in disbelief.

“The police are also trying to open a breach from her and covertly observe her movements.” Albert gave me a reasonable explanation.

Images from TV shows came to my mind of people being locked in and the police outside looking through the big glass at every move of the people inside.

I nodded in understanding.

“She was then interviewed by a police officer for 45 minutes. When it was over, she was then taken back to her residence in a police car, and then she did not leave her residence.

During this time, no one visited her residence. There were no calls or messages on her cell phone! And then there’s the surveillance state you see, where she goes straight to her death! Strange, isn’t it? Where did the hallucinogen come from?” Albert spread his hands.

Several of us looked at each other in disbelief.

“What if it was herself?” I guessed, looking to Albert.

Albert shook his head, “Unlikely! No one has ever been so open about volunteering to die! The drug was definitely administered!”

A few of us felt a chill down our backs when we listened to Albert’s words, and it was almost as if we were thinking carefully about who it was that had drugged Amelia remotely.