Looking at the files spread out on the table, Maya tried to hold back the tears but only to wipe them over and over as they trail down her cheeks. After 3 years of dating and 4 years of marriage, Maya found a side of the man she shared a bed with, a dark, dirty, hidden side that she never imagined existing… Spread in front of her. Aside from the thick pile listing his crimes – actual crimes that could one in prison, the few papers about his personal life said enough: Over the years, he hid at least three million in income in more than a dozen accounts. This investigation alone found the record of nearly one million spent on different women, with one of the largest sums purchasing an apartment in the city center. In that apartment lived a college girl…and her six-month-old son. If Maya could still lie to herself in front of this "indirect" evidence, she could no longer when she saw those three photos shot in front of that very same apartment. In one photo Jason was side by side
"Maya, Maya?" After God knows how long, Maya drowned in the absolute void when suddenly a faint voice rose, calling her name. The darkness surrounding her faded away, and now Maya heard sounds, felt warmth, and saw– Light. Light came knocking on her eyelids. She opened her eyes, and before she could focus them, she saw a nebulous face came dangerously close. She flinched, only to gasp in utter fear when she recognized that face– It was Jason! “Are you okay?” Jason leaned in, his blue eyes getting closer and closer, taking air out of Maya’s lungs. His right hand reached behind her, seemingly to hug her. Maya couldn’t read the care in those blue eyes, when all she could see in her mind was the coldness in them when she was dying on the floor. The desperation of death gripped her throat and then washed her through. Fear, anger, detestation. Her body couldn’t seem to handle all the emotions rampaging inside her so they all rushed up to the back of her tongue. She stopped her gaggin
The end of the wedding was finally here. No matter how reluctant, Maya had no choice but to enter the car with Jason. The car had only so much space. Sitting on the shotgun, Maya pressed herself on the window to put distance between her and her murderer. But even so, the compressed room didn’t help her with the sick feeling in her stomach every time the notion of being so close with Jason kicked in. Sick. That was all she felt. She kept sliding down, and soon leaned against the window, half lying down, looking weak. She was physically weak. She could tell. She wanted to get away from Jason, but her brain was on a strike due to the pounding pain in her temples. That made her feel even more powerless. The powerless feeling created frustration in her chest, but she had no energy to deal with it. Suffering alone in silence was not at all Maya's style. If it was the old her, she would be on Jason already, asking for hugs and comfort when she was not feeling well. But that was t
Had Jason always been this selfish, self-centered man from the beginning?! Savoring this new realization, Maya can’t remember. In her memory, there never seemed to be much stumbling between the two of them. Occasionally there were small differences of opinion. Jason can always come up with some tricks to divert her attention with sweet words and small sweet surprises, and she seems to no longer insist on the original idea after those little surprises. Basically, it had always been like that. She used to be very satisfied with Jason's little tricks of comforting her, and felt that he had a good personality and was considerate. She had never thought about what would happen if the problems between the two were not resolved in Jason's way. It would end up like today, right? Because she didn't give him the respond he wanted, because she refunded the ticket without his approval, then, he immediately flips to the angry mode? So, if she just doesn't cooperate and doesn't back down, what
The taillights of the car dashed off as the roar of its engine died away. Maya was stunned. In the two of her lives, this was the second time she had a fight with Jason, and it ended up with Jason leaving her on the street. Well, it could have been worse? He could have run her over. This time, Maya didn’t feel bad for too long for Jason. Actually, Jason gave her exactly what she wanted – distance from him! She could take this chance to calm down from her own death and reborn without facing her murderer. Maya was glad she tested her theory, and glad to see Jason clearer this lifetime so early. till wearing her wedding dress, Maya had only a thin coat on the outside. The only good thing was the flat shoes she changed into before leaving the wedding hall. The flat shoes allowed her to stand firmly and walk smoothly, but they also caused the skirt to completely drag on the ground. She had to hold the skirt up with both her hands to keep from tripping over it. However, that left her w
Maya waited for 10 days before she made an appointment with Damian. The 10 days was her way of acting as a newlywed. If it were known that she and Jason quarreled so much that their honeymoon was ruined, there would be too much to explain. After all, they were still a loving couple on the wedding. During these 10 days, she rented a small apartment, got familiar with the living environment around the apartment, recalled the work she was doing before she got married and left the job, and even reviewed and sorted out the various laws, rules, and program, general flow. For the first time in four years, her time was entirely her own. Needless to say, she enjoyed it quite a bit. Damian was on the rise in his career and had his hands full. On the phone, he searched his tight schedule for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable time. Maya didn't want to embarrass him too much, so she suggested to bring lunch for him in the office. "Isn't that appropriate?" Damian hesitated when he hear
Maya was a little surprised by his objective calm tone, and looked up at him: "Yes. So I came back early to try to solve work problems." What she said was also the truth, she just didn't tell him about the quarrel. This is not lying. When Damian got the answer, he nodded again: "Keeping your work may not be a bad thing for you. Now let's talk about your problem." Said that, he took a sip of his coffee and started to eat. "I do have some problems at work." Maya thought for a while, and decided to start with the simplest personnel relationship, "I don’t know if you know my boss, Jerry Hall? Let’s start with things that has been in my office, he…" Maya tried her best to explain the matter tactfully, explaining that she was looking at it from her own point of view. Based on her memory of Jerry Hall, she briefly mentioned one or two things: He did not mention a word in front of the client about the documents Maya had worked so hard to complete, saying he completed the work on his own; he
9:00 A.M., Maya was already sitting at her desk, checking the latest case in the firm's database Content on her computer. The coffee at hand was made by the coffee machine in the law firm kitchen. Looking at the text on the screen, she casually took a sip before frowning deeply. In her mouth was burnt bitterness, and a smell of rotten steak rushes up her nose. She couldn't help but frown and stick out her tongue. "I wasn’t fooling you when I told you the coffee in the law firm is just trash.”A familiar voice came from ahead. She looked up, and sure enough, it was Damian. Maya shrugged and smiled: "I just wanted to give it a chance." "It's better not to have any expectations." Damian nodded slightly, "How’s your first day going?" He still didn't have any expression, his tone was flat, and his movements were swift, as if he just came for a few words out of politeness. But Maya was able to tell that he was in a good mood. It seems that those four years of extra life didn’t leave her