Chapter 043

~~~Sandra~~~ I woke up to a pounding hangover, the remnants of last night's drinking binge still coursing through my veins. As I stumbled out of bed, rubbing my eyes, I gazed out the glass door leading to the balcony. That's when I noticed my naked body, and my eyes widened in shock. I spun around, my heart racing, and found Evans lying peacefully in my bed. "Ahhh!!" I yelled, a million thoughts flooding my mind as I grabbed the sheets to cover myself up. "Evans, what have you done?!" I screamed, my voice laced with panic and accusation. Evans jolted awake, squinting from the sunlight. "What the hell? Sandra? What did you do that for?" he asked, confusion etched on his face. My anger boiled over, and I fired back, "How could you take advantage of me like that? I was only drunk. And you saw that as an opportunity, didn't you?" My voice trembled with rage and hurt. Evans' expression darkened, his eyes flashing with defensiveness. "What the hell are you saying? And who the hell took advantage of you? If anything, you took advantage of me last night in your drunken state, begging me to fuck you." My face burned with shame and anger. "What?! That's a lie, Evans!" I shot back, my voice venomous. "I've seen the way you look at me, and I know you've been fantasizing about having me in your bed since the day we met. I'm sure your ex-wife hasn't given such great sex during your time with her," I added with a smirk on my face. Evans' face twisted in disgust. "You know what, Sandra? I think you're still drunk from last night. It probably hasn't worn off." He said, picking up his clothes and putting them on, 'Besides you don't even come close to giving great sex when it comes to Hailey." He added shooting death glares at me. His words cut deep, and I felt a sting of insecurity. "And that's one of the numerous reasons I want her back," he added, his tone dripping with condescension. As Evans turned to leave, I felt a surge of frustration and anger. When he stopped at the entrance door, turning to face me with his back still against the door, he said, "By the way, get ready. We will execute the plan tonight." His words hung in the air, and I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. As soon as he left, I let out a primal scream, stomping my feet on the floor. "Ahhh!!!" I yelled, shattering glasses all over the place. "Why does everyone seem to compare me to her?!" I screamed, raking my hair backward in rage. Tears of frustration and anger streamed down my face as I felt like I was losing my grip on reality. "I hate you, Hailey Kilman!!" I screamed, my voice shattering the air as tears burst forth from my eyes. The dam had finally broken, and I couldn't hold back the torrent of emotions any longer. Rage, hurt, and jealousy swirled together in a toxic mix, fueling my outburst. My body shook with sobs as I poured out all the pent-up anger and resentment I'd been harboring against Hailey. In that moment, I hated her with every fiber of my being. I hated her for stealing Aiden's heart, for giving him the one thing I had denied him – a child. I hated her for being the reason I was now alone, my heart shattered into a million pieces. As night began to fall, I felt an overwhelming urge to see Aiden one last time before we carried out our plan. I pushed aside the memories of our past encounters, including the painful incident at his office, and focused on the task at hand. With a newfound sense of determination, I slipped into my most alluring outfit, my mind racing with anticipation. I tracked Aiden's location using my app and discovered he was at a supermarket downtown. I grabbed my keys and sped off toward him. As I arrived, I spotted Aiden exiting the supermarket, his arms laden with baby supplies. A wave of guilt washed over me, reminding me of the joy he had felt when I told him I was carrying his child. The pain in his eyes when I aborted the pregnancy without his knowledge still haunted me. Our eyes met as I stepped out of the car, and I could almost hear him mutter "fuck" under his breath. "Are you stalking me now?" he fired at me, his tone laced with annoyance. I pleaded with him, my eyes locking onto his. "No, Aiden, please, I just want to talk." I glanced around, noticing he was alone – no guards or Hailey in sight. This was my chance to get his attention. Aiden's expression remained skeptical. "That's what you've been doing ever since I first met you at the hospital in Germany, Sandra – 'talk.' And I still haven't heard anything meaningful from you." Before I could respond, my world went dark. I felt a pair of muscular arms lift me onto a broad shoulder. "Let me go!! Let me go!!" I screamed, but my cries fell on deaf ears. I was tossed into a cramped, enclosed space – the booth of a truck. Panic set in as I realized I was being abducted. But who was behind this? Aiden wouldn't do such a thing, would he? And it was too soon for Evans to execute our plan. Or so I thought, were they trying to cut me off from our initial plan and set me up? I wondered, Fear gripped my heart as I yelled, "Let me out!!" Suddenly, I felt a sharp prick on my lap, and a sedative began to take effect. My voice faded as I succumbed to my abductors, my world slipping into darkness.