Chapter 78
Jensen’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.
On the other end of the line, Candice giggled. “We’ve met before. You’re handsome, I’ll give you that. But your taste in women is questionable if you’re interested in someone with a record like Rebekah’s p>
A dangerous glint entered Jensen’s eyes. “Where is she?” His voice was so cold it could have frozen water. Even over the phone, Candice felt a shiver run down her spine.
“My sister made a mistake, so Benjamin is punishing her,” she said, her tone still light and playful. “He’s locked her in a dark room to reflect. Are you going to come and save her? Play the knight in shining armor? I guarantee she’ll be all over you after that p>
“After all,” she added sweetly, “that’s how she latched onto Benjamin p>
With that, she hung up.
Jensen’s grip on his phone tightened, the veins on his hand standing out. His face was a thunderous mask, his eyes red with fury. He wanted to storm the Forrester estate and tear Benjamin and Candice limb from limb.
But he couldn’t. Rebekah and Benjamin were still married. If he went there now, Benjamin would use it against her and ruin what was left of her reputation.
With a monumental effort, he reined in his rage and dialed another number. “I’d like to report a case of domestic violence p>
Half an hour later, the sound of police sirens echoed through the Forrester estate.
Rebekah was huddled in the darkness, her nerves stretched to the breaking point. She hadn’t seen any snakes or insects, but the feeling of being watched by some unseen predator was suffocating. She was crying, shaking, on the verge of a complete breakdown.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. The attic door swung open. Rebekah, who had been leaning against it, collapsed onto the floor.
“Ma’am, the police are here to see you. You need to come downstairs,” a maid said, helping her up.
The sudden light was blinding. Like a drowning person finding a lifeline, Rebekah scrambled out of the room, crawling on her hands and knees. The maid could barely keep up with her.
Rebekah reached the top of the stairs and used the banister to pull herself up, but her legs gave out, and she nearly tumbled down. The maid, pale with fright, rushed to support her.
Together, they made their way downstairs. The living room was full of people: Benjamin, his mother, Old Mr. Forrester, Candice, and two police officers.
When the officers saw her, they looked her over before one of them spoke gently “Are you Rebekah? Has your husband been hitting you or holding you against your will? You don’t have to be afraid. You can tell us everything.”.net
It slowly dawned on her that someone had called the police to report that she was being abused. She looked up and saw Hortensia glaring at her, a silent warning not to say, the wrong thing Benjamin’s own expression was cold and detached, as if her suffering meant nothing to him.
A bitter smile touched Rebekah’s lips. She looked at the officer and nodded. “Yes. My husband locked me in the attic it’s completely dark in there. He said he wouldntet më out until I admitted I was wrong p>
“Rebekah! What nonsense are you talking about?” Hortensia cried, terrified for her son’s reputation.
Rebekah knew no one in this house would stand up for her. Her only hope was that the police would take her away. She could not go back to that attic.
An officer turned to Benjamin. “This is unacceptable! False imprisonment is a crime, you know that p>
Benjamin’s face hardened, his gaze locking onto Rebekah like a viper. After a long moment, he put an arm around her, forcing a smile for the officers. “We’re husband and wife. It was just a little spat p>