Chapter 1 Guilty Or Not

The hall was large and spacious enough to accommodate over fifty people and still had enough space to move around. Everyone was in a jolly mood that particular evening, dancing, drinking and chatting sophisticatedly.

Naomi Mitchell was at wit's end watching the man she called her husband flirting shamelessly and touching openly, another woman he had chosen not to forget in his life. Grace.

Grace was his first love and after her relationship failed, she returned to steal Naomi's husband, Justin Miller, who seemed to be effortlessly working.

Justin finally left Grace and Grace approached Naomi with a proud smile, knowing well that her plan was working without flaw. "Let's talk." She went to Naomi and strutted into the kitchen.

Naomi heaved a gentle sigh to calm herself before dropping her glass and following after Grace.

She crossed her arms as she rested her hip against the counter. "What?"

"Nothing, you just couldn't seem to get your eyes off me, so I thought you had something to say to me." Grace said with a smirk.

Naomi scoffed. "You must be joking, why won't you back off my husband?"

Grace chuckled. "Oh, so that's why you have been staring at us. "Jealousy much?" She crossed her arms below her breast with a grin as she asked.

"He chose me and that's why we are married. "Why don't you just give up and stop trying to ruin my marriage?"

Grace chuckled. "Oh really? "You really think that he chose you because he wanted to?" Why don't I show you that I'm the one he'll always love?" She said as she started towards the array of knives.

"What do you think you are doing?" Naomi took a hesitant step backward as fear gripped her by the throat.

Grace trailed her finger across the knives and picked up one. "Sharp." She said with a devilish smirk.

"Stop it!" Whatever it is you are thinking, don't do it!" Naomi tried to reason with Grace, but the girl was too crazy.

"Then stop me!" Tell me that you'll give up Justin because he belongs with me! Grace yelled out with eyes glaring with hatred.

"Justin chose me! "I'm the one he loves!" For some reason, Naomi felt like she was saying it to convince herself and not Grace.

"Wrong choice of words." Grace pierced her own skin with the sharp end of the knife and immediately, blood poured down from her stomach and dropped to the ground.

She was covered in her own blood, and she stumbled towards Naomi and pressed the bloody knife into her palm.

Naomi was horrified as blood stained her hand and her white dress.

"Ah! Somebody help me!" Grace stumbled towards the door and collapsed to the ground.

Almost immediately, Justin hurried towards her and picked her into his arms. His eyes flickered with anger as he looked up at his wife. "You did this, didn't you?"

Naomi was too terrified to speak. The blood-stained knife had fallen to the ground in front of her and fear caused her to freeze to the ground.

"She... she stabbed me..." Grace murmured as she clung closely to Justin.

"I..." Naomi swallowed hard. "I didn't do it." She gasped.

"Somebody call 911!" he yelled out as he hugged her closer to himself. "What possessed you to do something so out of control?" His eyes burnt with hatred as he glared at her.

She had thought a man she was married to for three years would trust her words over any others, but she was wrong. She hated that she knew it.

All eyes were on her now as she stood dumbfounded in the kitchen. It was only then that she was able to recollect her thoughts.

Grace never meant to have a word with her. That was the sly woman's plan from the very moment she lured her into the kitchen.

How crazy could a woman get to stab herself just for show?

"I really didn't–"

"Shut your trap! "Why didn't I see this coming?" He murmured to himself as he picked Grace off the ground and hurried out of the hall.

Naomi just stood there, terrified.

After gathering herself, she left for her bedroom to change into something with no blood stains. A while later, she heard a knock on her door and she jumped to her feet to open it.

Standing by the door was a tall, buff man with cold black eyes. His name was Gregg. "Mr Miller requests your presence."

Naomi swallowed hard at the thought of confronting her husband's father. Mr George Miller was just as hard-headed as his son. They shared the same cold icy blue eyes and perfect bodily features.

But there was no escaping her sentence. She puffed her chest and followed Gregg down the hallway and, after a deep breath, waltzed into Mr Miller's study.

It all happened so fast, yet she managed to dodge it by a hair. Mr Miller's phone went flying directly at her face as she walked in, and a horrified gasp left her mouth.

The man hadn't noticed her walk in and didn't intentionally aim for her, but he was not sorry about it. "Great, you're here. How do you plan on handling the mess you have created? "The press won't stop bothering me!" he growled.

She yelped in his voice. "I– I'm sorry, but I didn't do it! I really didn't–" A hard-covered book hit her directly in the face, causing her nose to bleed as she cried out in pain.

"You worthless b*tch!" I knew you had nothing but bad luck ever since you joined my family. "Now look what you've done!" He spat out at her. "I ought to kill you by myself!" He growled as he hurled everything his hands could reach at her.

As unbearable as the pain was for Naomi, she dared not move away. All she could do was stand there in tears and endure the pain.

When there was nothing within his reach anymore, Mr Miller finally gave it a rest. His face scrunched into an ugly frown. "You had better not cause any more trouble for my family or else... I'll really kill you then."