Chapter 76

…Dickinson pov…

I sat down, my mind racing with worry as I read through the statement. The words blurred together, my thoughts consumed by the fear of what might have happened to her. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing, I had to find her.

I reached for my phone, hoping that the distraction of social media or a mindless game might help calm my nerves. As I scrolled through my feed, something caught my eye. The GPS.

I jumped to my feet, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it, the breakthrough I had been waiting for. I raced to the counter, showing Mr. Tony the police man her location on my phone.

"I found her!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with excitement.

Despite her phone being switched off, it was still designed to track her location. Mr. Tony quickly made some calls, and we headed out to the location. The police were waiting for us, their normal-looking car tailing behind us as we drove in Mr. Tony's Toyota Camry.

My hands were shaking as we drove closer and closer to her location. What would we find? Would she be okay? The questions raced through my mind, but I knew I had to stay focused.I watched anxiously as the police car pulled up to the building, my heart racing with anticipation. The officers told me to wait as they went inside to look for her. Every passing moment felt like an eternity, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach.

After what felt like an eternity, I caught sight of her. Emile. My sister. Relief flooded through me, and I ran towards her, embracing her tightly. It was the best feeling in the world to have her back in my arms.

But as I looked closer, something caught my eye out of the corner of my vision. My heart sank as I saw the handcuffs. It was Emily. She had been the one behind the kidnapping.

I couldn't believe it. How could someone we had trusted be capable of such a heinous act? Mr. Tony confirmed it, saying that Emily was the mastermind behind the whole thing.

I stood there in shock, my mouth agape. It was all so surreal. How did this happen? Why had Emily done this?As we approached Emily, my heart was heavy with confusion and anger. How could someone we had trusted and cared for do something like this? I couldn't wrap my head around it.

"Why did you have to do this, Emily?" I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.

But before she could answer, Emily started to scream and shout, her voice rising in anger as the police put her into the car.

"Screw you, Dickinson!" she howled, her words stinging with betrayal and resentment.

I stood there in shock, my mind reeling with the weight of her words. It was a painful and confusing moment, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and sadness wash over me.

As the police car drove away, I watched Emily disappear into the distance.

As we made our way back to Mr. Tony's car, my thoughts were consumed by the questions swirling around in my head.

As the weeks passed and Emily's trial approached, I found myself consumed by a sense of anger and betrayal. How could she have done this to us? How could she have put Emile and me through such a traumatic experience?

But as the day of the trial arrived, I knew I had to put my emotions aside and focus on what was best for my family. So, I made Emily an offer. I would submit an appeal to the court to reduce her sentence, but in exchange, she would have to sign the divorce papers and leave us alone for good.

To my surprise, Emily agreed. Maybe it was a moment of clarity for her, a realization that what she had done was unforgivable. Or maybe it was simply a desperate attempt to salvage what little she could from the wreckage of her life. Either way, I knew that it was the best possible outcome for all of us.

So, we went to court, and Emily was sentenced to 10 years in prison. It was a harsh sentence, but one that was deserved given the severity of her crime.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, casting a warm glow over the entire city. It was the perfect day for a wedding, and Emile and I were both feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves as we got ready for the big day.

I watched as Emile stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her veil and admiring her beautiful wedding dress. She looked stunning, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude that she had chosen to spend the rest of her life with me.

"Are you ready, my love?" I asked, taking her hand in mine.

Emile smiled up at me, her eyes shining with happiness. "More than ready," she replied.

We made our way to the venue, where our friends and family were waiting to celebrate our love. The ceremony was beautiful, with heartfelt vows and a romantic exchange of rings. I couldn't stop staring at Emile, who looked like an angel in her white gown.

As we kissed and exchanged our first marital embrace, I felt a sense of completeness wash over me. Emile was my soulmate, my partner, my everything. And now we were officially bound together in love and commitment.

The reception was lively and filled with laughter and joy. Our friends and family congratulated us, danced with us, and toasted to our happiness. I felt a deep sense of gratitude towards everyone who had supported us through our journey, especially during the trying times of Elena's kidnapping.

As the night wore on, Emile and I found a moment of quiet together. We sat on a bench under the stars, holding hands and reflecting on the day's events.

"I love you so much," I said, gazing into her eyes.

"I love you too," she replied, leaning in for a kiss.

We sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, soaking in the beauty and magic of our wedding day. It was a day we would never forget, a day that marked the beginning of our new life together as husband and wife.

Our mothers waved at us and came to congratulate us. As they stood near us taking gifts and talking to guests.

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I was pacing outside the waiting room, my heart pounding. I was anxious because I couldn't sit still. Emile's mother was sitting calmly and my mother was on her way down here from Hawaii.

'Everything will be fine Dickinson," Emile's mum said.

"Yes I know," it's just I feel really anxious…" I was interrupted by a shrill cry of a baby. " That's… I turned and looked at the door of the labor room. 'It was coming from there'.

Emile's mother stood up and the door of the labor room opened with the doctor stepping out with a smile on his face "congratulations Mr Dickinson, the wife and baby is safe" he said as he stretched his hands. Thank you doctor I shook his hand quickly and dashed into the labor room.

There Emile was lying on the bed looking tired but happy she held onto a baby wrapped in white cloth. "It's a baby boy," one of the nurses said.

I went near the bed and held Emile's hand as I looked at the baby. Emile smiled at me as she handed me the baby, her mother held her mother's other hand and smiled at her.

"I looked into the eyes of my baby, he has your eyes Dickinson," Emile said weakly.

"He has your hair," I told her as we all laughed.

I was thrilled with Emile, our baby boy who I planned to name Sam and I as one family. Along with our parents we were one big happy family.

…Emily POV…

I sat on the cold metal chair in the prison visiting room, staring at my hands as tears streamed down my face. I couldn't believe how much my life had changed in just a few months. I used to have it all: a loving husband, a beautiful home, a successful career. And now, I was reduced to this - a criminal, locked up in a prison cell.

As I sat there lost in my thoughts, I heard a familiar voice calling out my name. I looked up to see Sharon walking towards me, a look of concern etched on her face. She sat down next to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Look at what he turned me to," I said, gesturing towards the dreary surroundings.

*He has submitted the appeal and I will spend 3 years here. Before I get out of here I will be thirty eight, three years of my life wasted," I held my hands with my head.

Sharon shook her head and took my hand in hers. "You don't deserve to be here," she said softly. "We'll get you out of here."