When he asked me for a special drink—which was liquor mixed with cough syrup—his dirty addiction, I slipped the poison inside.
After that, I assumed he just put it down and didn’t bother to drink it. It never ever occurred to me that he’d given the drink to Hell instead. After he was shot and died in the hospital, I thought that was the cause and not me.
My whole world stopped when those words fell out of Makari’s mouth. I knew how much Hell meant to him—how hard it was for him to move on, and it hurt that much more to know I was the reason behind it.
God knew if I could go back in time or even take Hell’s place, I would! But I knew nothing was going to change what I’d done or bring Hell back.
The look of disappointment that marred my husband’s face haunted me the whole night, making it hard for me to sleep. I couldn’t sleep. How could I when my mind was in turmoil?
He couldn’t even look at me, nor could he bring himself to sleep in the same room as me. All night, I wanted to go to him. Wanted to apologize; I wanted to do anything to fix it, but how do you fix something like a person losing their life because of you?
There was no fixing it or going back.
He hated me, but I hated myself more. There were no words I could say to wipe away the huge mistake I’d made.
I clutched my chest and cried. That was all I could do at this point. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
I slowly opened my bedroom door and looked at the spare room door where Makari had gone last night. He’d closed and locked the door behind him, completely shutting me out.
The door suddenly opened, and I stood there frozen, just looking at him. The face of betrayal stared back at me. The words formed in my throat but didn’t go past my lips.
Makari gave me one more look before walking away and going downstairs.
The scent of his cologne was the only thing left behind. A few minutes later, I heard the front door open and close, indicating he was gone.
My head fell, and my shoulders dropped. I felt so defeated. Unsure of what to do next, or how we would ever get past this, or if we even could.
I went back to my room, closing the door behind me, and went to take a seat on my bed. His side untouched.
I expected him to yell at me. In fact, I would have preferred if he yelled at me but his silence was louder to me—it hit me harder.
I huffed, and my eyes landed on my phone. Thoughts of calling him crossed my mind, but then I decided to call someone else.
As soon as I stepped into the store, my eyes were darting all around until I finally located her.
“Sparkle,” I called her as I briskly walked her way. She looked over at me from the dress she was considering and smiled.
“Hey, boo, how are you?”
“Not good,” I blurted. When I called her earlier, I’d only said that I urgently needed to speak to her about something, but I never explained what. She was already out shopping at the mall, but I couldn’t even wait for her to finish. This was something she needed to know now.
“What’s wrong?” she questioned. I gripped her arm and pulled her to a quiet corner in the store.
“You’re scaring me, Kairi. What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes dancing over my face. Her body was rigid with anticipation and worry.
I couldn’t hold back my tears.
“Sparkle, I did something bad—really bad!” I whispered, shaking my head, still unable to believe I had done the unthinkable.
“What?” she asked, gripping my shaking hands.
“That night at the club, when I made the drink for Sony. H-he gave it to Hell instead.”
Her jaw dropped, and she gasped loudly.
“What?” she asked, and I repeated what I just said.
“Wait? But how? Are you sure?” Sparkle spluttered. I nodded my head.
