Wicked Scheme Lost a problem Got a man novel Chapter 208

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Felicity finished watching Wilfred’s interrogation tape with zero expression on her face.
At her request, Vicky had brought out a laptop that contained the tape and played it for her to see. Felicity watched as Axel grilled Wilfred for information concerning Kagen for days without avail.
Wilfred’s cold, impassive demeanour had been a jarring contrast to the man Felicity had known. In those interrogation tapes, he’d revealed a side of himself that she’d never seen before-a twisted, merciless figure who almost seemed to delight in taunting Axel.
He didn’t deny being Kagen’s accomplice neither did he plead for his innocence, but his eyes had gleamed with a wickedness that suggested he might be holding more secrets.
Felicity’s insides boiled with rage. Wilfred played her like a fool, She felt like an idiot. Human beings were indeed not to be trusted. She shouldn’t have let her guard down.
She slammed the laptop shut, a bitter resentment dripping from her words. “What a jerk.
“I’m glad we finally agreed on that,” Vicky remarked, taking away the laptop. She sat beside Felicity, resting a hand on her shoulder. “You can trust us. They killed him for your own good”
Felicity’s eyes flicked up to meet Vicky’s, her gaze hard and unforgiving. “You guys played me too,” she said, her words like a slap in the face. “Killing Wilfred might’ve been for my own good, but you lied to me all the same. Murder isn’t the greatest sin in the world. Betrayal is.”
Felicity shrugged Vicky’s arm off.
Vicky’s eyes widened, incredulous at Felicity’s response. “I thought you loved Noah!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with confusion and hurt. “I thought seeing Wilfred’s true colours would help you realise that he and Axel did this to protect you.”
Felicity’s laughter was bitter and cold. “Well, you were wrong.”
Vicky’s voice rose in anger. “You’re a liar, Felicity. You’ve always been. But I never thought you’d lie to yourself, too.” She shook her head in disbelief, disgust dripping from every syllable. “The Elsworths welcomed you into their family. They trusted you with their secrets. They gave you their hearts. And I will not sit and watch you disrespect them like this.”
“My marriage with Noah was a sham. A ploy. He helped me, so I owed him. But don’t mistake that for love.” Felicity snapped, her anger boiling over. “And you want to talk about disrespect? Disrespect is lying to someone, making them believe that their presence is the cause of your misfortune. When you knew damn well that their life was hanging by a thread.”
Vicky scoffed. “He saved your life. Countless times. And you can’t find it in your heart to forgive him for one mistake? He
took of you. Made comfortable.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Noah is heartless. But for you, he became soft.
Gare
you
He put up with your toxic behaviour. Shared your burdens. You call him heartless, but you don’t know half of what he’s been through. Betrayal is what you’re doing to him right now.”
“He is not the only one who has gone through shit. You don’t know anything.” Felicity spat out, her words sharp and vicious.
“I know enough, you pampered, privileged princess.” Vicky’s voice was a low growl, barely contained. “People like you who’ve been coddled and protected all their lives are always the first to cast judgement on those who’ve seen the darkness.” “You don’t know what I’ve been through,” Felicity shot back, her voice a sneer.
“And what have you gone through, princess? Your little family feud hardly makes the cut.”
Felicity’s eyes were red and her fists turned from how hard she clenched. She stood from her stool, towering over Vicky who was sitting, and said through gritted teeth, “I’ve gone through hell and survived. Keep your opinion to yourself.”
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Then she turned to walk out of the kitchen.
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“Noah saved my life.” Vicky’s words stopped her in her tracks. “I was just eight years old when my mom died from a stroke. I never knew my father, and nobody wanted to take care of Ian and me. We were left to fend for ourselves on the streets, living in the slums. Ian was only five at the time. I did everything I could to keep him safe and fed. We scrounged for food, ate things that would’ve made your stomach turn. Rotten fruits, mouldy bread. Even garbage.”
She paused, swallowing the lump in her throat as memories of those dark days flooded back, almost overwhelming her. “But one thing we never did was steal. I swore we’d never sink that low. And we survived.”
“We grew up stunted and malnourished. Up until we stumbled into Noah in the slums one day. One look at him and I knew he was different from the rest of us. But he walked with his head high, like a king in the midst of beggars. It was obvious he was lost, but I couldn’t help laughing at the sight of this scrawny ten-year-old trying to act like he was in charge. I took him to our little shack before the bullies could get to him.”
“It was like Ian had found a kindred spirit in Noah. They became fast friends. And for three days, we were almost like a real family. But Noah couldn’t stay with us forever. He had a home, and we had to help him get back. We gave him our last savings, enough to get him on a train, and sent him away. Ian cried himself to sleep that night.”
“But the next morning, guess who I saw standing in front of our shack? It was Noah and this time he wasn’t alone. He’d
Noah brought his cousin Axel with him. Ian was thrilled, of course. But I was livid. I’d spent every last cent we had to get home, and here he was, back on the streets with us. I started to doubt if he had parents at all because which parent would lose their child twice in one week?”
“I did everything I could to send them away, but they wouldn’t leave. For three days, I felt torn in two. I couldn’t believe that I had two more people to care for. I had no idea where they came from, or how they were surviving. And yet, they’d wormed their way into my heart. When they left the second time after I had managed to gather enough money to send them back, I was both relieved and broken.”
“The following week, Noah returned. But this time, he came with the fanciest lineup of cars I had ever seen in my whole life.”
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