Divorced But Never Letting Go Chapter 127

OLIVIA

 “Now you’re missing the point, ma’am. No one is accusing you of causing Cyril’s accident. We just need you to assist us with the investigation,” the cop backtracked on his earlier statement.

 At first, I’d been terrified, convinced I was about to be arrested for something I knew nothing about.

 I glanced at Adrian, immediately noticing how furious he’d become. His clenched jaw and the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes.

 I tuned into his heartbeat, hearing how loud and fast it was—like a warning drum beating inside his chest.

 I placed a hand on his arm, silently urging him to calm down before things got out of control. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this. Don’t make it worse than it already is,” I murmured softly.

 Leaning forward, I addressed the cops in a calmer voice. “I’m sorry, officers, but I can’t help with your investigation. Like I said, this has nothing to do with me. I’ve been in Paris for weeks.”

 I kept my tone polite but firm.

 “If you’ll excuse me, I have other important matters to attend to. Could you please do me a favor and leave?”

 I figured keeping my voice steady and non-confrontational would defuse the situation. But it didn’t work.

 “What if we decide not to leave? What if we stay until you come with us?” one of them challenged, his cold stare locking onto mine.

 Before I could react, he pulled out his phone and pressed play.

 It was my voicemail—the one I’d sent to Cyril not long ago.

 My breath hitched, and my pulse spiked. Panic rose in my chest as I tried to process what was happening.

 “What’s this about?” I demanded, swallowing hard. “And what makes you think I should believe that crap you just played?”

 Nothing made sense. Questions swirled in my mind, tangling together with no clear answers in sight.

 “Crap, you say?” The cop sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

 “Well, I don’t think so. You’re a little too smart for that weak excuse, aren’t you? You heard the voicemail, didn’t you?”

 He leaned in slightly, his tone sharpening.

 “So, what’s it going to be, ma’am? Are you coming with us to the station, or would you prefer that we get violent?”

 The smile on the cop’s face vanished, replaced by a hard, cold expression that sent a shiver down my spine. His sudden shift to a tougher demeanor was clearly meant to instill fear—and it worked.

 I felt my legs weaken as the weight of the situation pressed down on me. I had nothing left in my defense, no words to explain or prove my innocence.

 For a brief, terrifying moment, I found myself wondering if I had somehow caused Cyril’s accident. Had I set something in motion without realizing it? Was this my fault?

 “Now you’re getting on our nerves, ma’am,” one of the cops snapped, his voice sharp with frustration. “We’ve been patient with you. Don’t make us regret it.”

 I hated being yelled at, but in that moment, there was nothing I could do. The evidence against me was overwhelming, and any protest would only make things worse.

 I turned to Adrian, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ve got to go now. Don’t worry—I’ll be back soon.”

 But Adrian wasn’t having it. His jaw tightened, and his eyes burned with defiance. “No, you can’t. If you’re going, then I’m coming with you. I don’t trust you in the hands of these men.”

 The cops bristled at his words, and one of them stepped closer, his gaze darkening. “Watch your tone,” he warned. “You’ve been pushing my patience long enough.”

 “Not so fast, Super Cop,” Adrian shot back, cutting him off.

 I reached out, trying to calm Adrian down, but he wasn’t even looking at me. It was like I didn’t exist—his entire focus was locked on the two men standing before him.

 “I’ve got a question for you,” Adrian said, his voice smooth but challenging. “If you answer it correctly, you can take her. Deal?”

 The cops exchanged a quick, silent glance before one of them shrugged. “Bring it on.”

 Adrian took a step forward, his posture cool and confident.

 “A while ago, you played that voicemail for us. Here’s my question—how did you get access to it? The last time we checked, Cyril wasn’t even in New York. According to the voicemail we received from Penhurst Mansion, he was away on vacation. And unless you suddenly live at the Penhurst estate, I’m curious how you got that voicemail in the first place.”

 I blinked, stunned by Adrian’s sharp question. Who is this man? I wondered. Is he even human?

 If I hadn’t known Adrian for so long, I might have suspected he was some undercover cop working for a rival company. He was that good.

 I watched the officers’ faces, noticing how they stiffened. Adrian had backed them into a corner, and for a brief moment, they were speechless, like they’d been stung by a bee.

 Adrian waved a hand at them, smirking. “Still waiting. What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

 One of the officers cleared his throat and leaned forward, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “We decided not to answer right away. We figured you’d be smart enough to realize how ridiculous your question was.”

 I winced. That comeback hit harder than I’d expected.

 The cop straightened his shoulders and added, “For your information, we got Cyril’s address from his wallet. And, just so we’re clear, he’s a public figure—his whereabouts aren’t exactly a secret. Got any more questions, or are we done here?”

 Adrian’s confidence wavered, and he glanced down at the floor, clearly embarrassed. “No, officer,” he muttered under his breath.

 Poor thing. He really thought he had everything under control.

 I kissed his forehead, hoping to soothe him. “Don’t worry—I’ll be fine. Let me go with them. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

 Just as I turned to leave with the officers, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at the screen and froze. It was Kate.

 “Wait,” I told the cops, holding up a hand. “I need a minute.”

 Before they could argue, I pulled Adrian aside and lowered my voice. “It’s Kate. I don’t want to break her heart, so please don’t tell her about any of this. I’ll keep you posted. Just… keep her out of it, okay?”

 Adrian nodded reluctantly, though his face was still tight with frustration.

 I knew Kate would be devastated if she found out what had happened to Cyril. She was already shaken after discovering Rene’s plans to kill him, and if she learned about the accident—knowing she could have stopped it—it might be too much for her to handle.

 And right now, I needed to protect her from that.