I am certainly going to report to the police about this.

The victim was crying for a release but the attacker had no mercy. He was evil, bad news to the nation and a devil who had no heart. I forced a hand on my mouth to arrest the snivel coming out of my lips. There was more of a blow on his stomach and the injured movements stopped. His face was covered with blood and his head hung down with eyes closed. There was an ill feeling which started to develop in the pit of my stomach. I suddenly felt the urge to puke. "Is he dead?" I tried to ask myself. The bruised fell on the floor unconscious.

After a moment the barbarous attacker took the glistering black instrument out of his pocket and there was a thunderous sound. My system stopped functioning. It felt like every iota of this universe went to a standstill. I wasn't able to move. My legs began to shiver as I became numb through every part of my body. I just witnessed a cold-blooded murder. Realizing this, my heart began its thunderous roar as though it wanted to get out of its ribcage.

His white shirt had blood marks all over it. The men surrounding the fierce man cleared and then everything halted. What I saw gave me a shock of life. My world stopped. My face drained out of blood. I tried to scream but my voice would not come out. I tried to move my legs but they couldn't cooperate. I was motionless staring at the image in front of me, unable to believe my own eyes. "Ulrick" - a soft gasp left out of me.

My husband just did the most unexpected thing of my life. He is a murderer, a criminal, the most heartless inhuman, and evil to society.

One of the 'men in black' took the revolver out of his hands for him to clean his hands in the wash basin. A person stood beside him with a napkin and another stood at his back and pulled out the blood-stained shirt from behind replacing it with a clean white neatly pressed shirt. My husband slipped his hands into the sleeves of the fresh shirt while the man behind was still holding it and the other two of the men were dragging the corpse to a wall. Ulrick pressed a button on the remote and immediately the wall opened leading to a flight of stairs. The men disappeared down the stairs and the wall was closed.

The dreaded incident I just experienced brought my whole existence to shake. I understood the deadliest truth of my life that it was based on a horrific lie. The beautiful family, a happy marriage with the Venus of dreams reduces to a vicious truth of tying the knot with the perilous murderer in a matter of seconds. My world goes topsy-turvy with the beat of my heart. Many questions were flocking in my mind. First of all, was I still going to live with a heinous killer and still be called his wife? The answer came out immediately. Negative. But will he allow me to live if I break my ties with him?

I was in a volcano of emotions, a love-sick fool who just happened to be the world's stupidest person to marry an underworld criminal. How big an idiot I am? I wanted to slap myself endlessly. I did the witless thing of marrying without knowing him. His interviews, his hot looks and his popularity meant nothing to me now. I vapidly offered my life on a silver plate so that he could break into pieces.

After what I saw, I dictated to myself that I should never let myself speak about what I saw with my husband but will I be able to act normal when I saw every part of his horrendous evil? How am I going to face him tomorrow? Will he kill me if he comes to know the truth? Of course, claiming a life was not a difficult thing for him and that was clear to me as a day after what I saw a few moments back. I should never let him know the truth.

I dread how many murders he would have done to date under the cover of a reputed and reverential businessman. If he comes to know the reality he will make my life a torture. He is a dangerous man and can do anything to retain his fame. I made my mind strong and determined myself of my decision. When I was out, I leaped back at the magnificent building standing in front of me. It had a beautiful exterior but a ferocious heart that had dark secrets hidden inside. I made quick steps to the car parked outside.

You were right, you cautioned me before I entered this atrocious place but...... I saw it all. I look at the building and sigh as though I was speaking to it.

"George, get me home, and don't tell Ulrick about anything. Everything is going to be alright." I gave him a reassuring smile and could feel him relaxing returning my twinkle.

Little did he know I was a master in hiding the truths and fooled everyone since I was a child.

Chapter 22

Ana's pov

Throughout the drive, George had been raining praises of me about how well I understood my husband and the greatness of our companionship. Beyond his awareness is a nature of mine that no one knows - I am not easy on people in forgiving their fallacies and what Ulrick did was far away from an acquittal.

Pushing my hands up I stare at them. I recall the way I touched him enjoying the roughness of his skin under my soft strokes and the next feeling that I experience is - disgust. Punitive, I bite my tongue so hard that I can taste blood accompanied by an undying feeling of aversion.