Page 79 of Capturing Their Omega

His words are a jumbled mess, but I can still make them out.

“I wish to have an audience with Mr. Kaye. Let him know I’m here.”

The guard disappears for a moment but returns quickly and lets me in. I drive up to the entrance where Mr. Kaye stands, already waiting for me.

“I did not think I would see you here again after things turned out the last time,” Mr. Kaye says nervously as I get out.

He swallows. Is that guilt I see in his eyes?

I push it aside.

“I have come here only out of respect. I should take my findings to the police but consider this payment for the times I have been disrespectful in your home.”

I hand the file to Mr. Kaye, and he eyes it curiously for a second before hesitantly reaching out to accept it. He must know that nothing good would be in there since I mentioned the police.

His eyes roam the pages of the files, and his hands tremble as he scans the pictures. His face gradually contorts into an expression of horror. I would take pleasure from it if he was the one who wronged my mate, but he isn’t.

He visibly deflates in front of me, seeming as though all strength in him has drained from his body. It’s a wonder how he manages to hold himself up.

The sound of the door opening reaches my ears and I look up to see Mrs. Kaye walking toward us with her lips turned down in a frown and her eyes dark with anger.

“Mr. Linds, what are you doing here? Have you not caused enough shame for us already?” She does nothing to hide the anger in her voice.

I scoff in anger. Her arrogance has not changed. It will all end today, though, one way or another.

“Shut up, Cressida… just shut up,” Mr. Kaye says.

She frowns, but before she can speak, Mr. Kaye tosses the file at her. She stares at him in confusion, but he doesn’t look at her. She bends down to pick up the file that lies at her feet and opens it.

I watch her every move as she looks through it. For a moment, her face drains of blood, leaving her looking ashen.

Is this where she apologizes for what she did and begs for forgiveness?

“I didn’t do this,” she whispers. “I didn’t do this.”

She repeats the phrase over and over again, her pitch rising and her eyes roaming shiftily. Even with the proof, she continues to lie, trying to find a way out of the consequences of her actions.

She looks toward her husband and reaches out to take his hand, willing him to believe her.

“I really didn’t do this. It’s all fake.”

Mr. Kaye snatches his hand away and glares at her.

“How could you go so far? After all you’ve taken from her? Wasn’t that enough?” he asks, his voice breaking. “How could you want her dead?”

She looks back at the file with a crazed look in her eyes. “This isn’t enough proof. It cannot prove anything.” She takes it in both hands and makes to tear it. “If it is gone, no one will believe him.”

Laughter bubbles from the bottom of my belly as I watch her try to tear it. Perhaps I should warn her that it is enchanted, but I discard that notion. She deserves nothing from me.

She twists her hands in opposite directions, and the next second, shrieks in pain, still holding the file as she convulses from what looks like volts of electricity.

Mr. Kaye jumps back in shock.

“Perhaps I should have warned you that the file is enchanted, and I am the only one who can destroy it,” I say, going to snatch it from her hands.

She rolls over and heaves a sigh of relief as her pain stops.

“Can you see how they are ruining our lives?” she screams in her husband’s direction, taking a few paces toward him, although she doesn’t touch him.

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