The pounding on my front door grew louder.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
My heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe.
For a moment, I considered pretending nobody was home.
Then a voice shouted from outside.
“Lena! Open the door!”
I recognized it immediately.
My cousin.
Relief washed over me.
I rushed across the apartment and pulled the door open.
She stumbled inside, pale and shaking.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
“What happened at the wedding?” I demanded.
She looked behind her as if someone had followed her.
Then she locked the door.
That was when panic surged through me.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
My cousin swallowed hard.
“The police arrested someone.”
My stomach dropped.
“Who?”
She hesitated.
Then she whispered.
“Your sister.”
The room started spinning.
“What?”
“Vanessa was taken away in handcuffs.”
I couldn’t process the words.
Just hours earlier she had been preparing to walk down the aisle.
Now she was under arrest?
“Why?” I whispered.
My cousin shook her head.
“Nobody knows everything yet.”
“Then what do they know?”
She pulled out her phone.
“I wasn’t supposed to show you this.”
My hands trembled as she opened a video recorded by one of the wedding guests.
The ceremony hall was in chaos.
People were screaming.
Chairs had been knocked over.
Police officers were surrounding Vanessa.
And Ryan…
Ryan looked absolutely terrified.
Then I heard something that made a chill run down my spine.
Vanessa was shouting.
“No! She wasn’t supposed to wake up!”
The video ended.
My blood ran cold.
I stared at the screen.
“What did she mean by that?”
My cousin’s eyes filled with fear.
“That’s exactly what the police asked.”
For several seconds neither of us spoke.
The silence felt unbearable.
Then my phone buzzed.
An unknown number.
I almost ignored it.
Almost.
Something told me to answer.
The second I picked up, a woman spoke.
“Lena?”
“Who’s this?”
“I’m Detective Harper.”
My pulse quickened.
“I’m investigating your accident.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“My accident?”
“Yes.”
The detective paused.
“There are new questions about what happened that night.”
Every muscle in my body tightened.
“What kind of questions?”
Another pause.
Then she said something that made my stomach drop.
“We no longer believe your crash was an accident.”
I nearly dropped the phone.
“What?”
“We found evidence that someone tampered with your vehicle.”
My cousin covered her mouth.
I could barely speak.
“Who?”
“We’re still investigating.”
The detective lowered her voice.
“But your sister’s name came up multiple times.”
The room went silent.
I felt physically sick.
Vanessa?
My own sister?
The same sister who had stolen my husband?
The same sister who had just screamed that I wasn’t supposed to wake up?
None of it made sense.
Then the detective asked a question that made my blood freeze.
“Ms. Carter… did your husband have life insurance policies in your name?”
My heart stopped.
“Yes.”
“Several?”
“…Yes.”
Another long silence.
Then she whispered:
“You need to be careful who you trust.”
The call ended.
I stood there staring at my phone.
Suddenly, another message appeared.
No number.
No name.
Just a single photograph.
The image showed Ryan and Vanessa standing together in a parking garage three days before my accident.
Ryan was handing her a thick envelope.
On the back of the photo, someone had written four words:
“THIS WAS ONLY PHASE ONE.”
And before I could react, another message arrived.
This one contained a location.
And a final sentence.
“If you want to know who planned everything… come alone.”
To be continued in C0mments 👇
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