Twisted Fate

Jim glanced at his wife and smiled. Alice wanted to ask him why he wouldn’t answer his phone but he waved his hand, indicating she should ignored it.

“I had so much work on my desk. The work was coming from the office” he lied and glared at Alice with hatred when she looked away.

“Thank you for standing by me in times like this”Alice appreciated. She doesn’t know how she would have paddled through these difficult times in her life without her darling husband.

Jim was one in a million. He came into her life like an angel and took over her worries and fears and in exchange, brought her so much comfort and happiness.

“Anything for you my love. I would even sacrifice my life for you and our daughter” Jim said, holding her hand and giving it a soft squeeze.

As Jim drove on, his eyes became darkened. One day, all these fairy tale confessions of love would end.

When his aim had been achieved, he would disappear and leave her in a complete state of darkness like in an abyss.

Alex got to the Foster cooperation and was hardly seated when Rosa came in to inform him that someone was there to see him.

From the day that Alex knew that Rosa was Ella’s friend, he had treated her fairly. He doesn’t yell at her or scold her like he was known for.

“Yeah, let her in,” Alex instructed. He was already expecting her. She was his detective and she had called him a while ago.

She must have vital information for him. It’s been long and it appeared there were no traces behind to lead them to whoever was after him.

Rosa nodded. He already knows the fellow was “her”. He had become a decent man and she hoped this was purely business.

Alex glanced at Rosa still standing and was surprised that she hadn’t left yet. He chuckled and said “her visit is purely on business”

He doesn’t owe her an explanation but she was his wife’s friend. She might even be a spy, telling Ella things happening in the office.

“Oh yeah.. sure” Rosa stammered and quickly walked out.

Alex Foster smiled as his mind went to Ella again. When he thought about her, his smile disappeared. She has no feelings for him.

All that she’s looking forward to is divorcing him. She probably hasn’t envisioned her future and life by his side.

The world is in Dynamics. Sometimes what you long for, you don’t get. The things you dislike, flaunts themselves at one’s feet.

The door to Alex Foster’s office opened and a tall Blonde walked in. She’s dressed in a black jeans and a blue polo.

On the polo was a black jacket and faced cap on. She wore a black sneakers and looked professional like the detective that she truly was.

“Good to see you detective Ralia” Alex said, standing up and stretching his hand for a handshake.

“Being a while, President Foster” Ralia said, taking his hand. Alex offered her a seat and next sat beside her on the couch.

“I have a piece of information that might be of help” Ralia said, providing some pictures for Alex to see.

It was blurred. He couldn’t get the facial features of the person but somehow knew it would be of help.

“As a matter of fact, your father’s accident was orchestrated. But it wasn’t the complications from the accident that resulted in his death.

He was in a coma after the accident but someone tampered with his nervous system and he went into a vegetative state…”Detective Ralia went on to explain how Frederick Foster died.

Alex Foster was quiet but deep in his thoughts. Dad died from someone’s malicious plot?

What could he had possibly done to deserve a death penalty? His father was noble, humble and generous.

He had no enemies or should he say he took no one as an enemy? Why would anyone plotted against him and murdered him?

“… your father’s death was not a natural one…(breathing heavily) he was murdered by someone. But you must avenge his death and bring the culprit before the law..” Charlotte Foster declared.

She was dying. At this time Alex held her in his arms “mum… somebody help, mum is dying… mum please don’t do this..”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Charlotte cupped her son’s face and said “there’s only one person who hates him so much…”Charlotte couldn’t continue, she was becoming weak.

Her breath was becoming faint and Alex asked ” Who is he, just tell me mum… help” Alex was screaming for help at the same time, wanting to hear what his mother’s last words were.

“His name is…” Charlotte Foster couldn’t say that last word until she slumbered away.

Alex saw her hands fall off weakly and her eyes closed peacefully. His mother’s tongue seemed glued to the roof of her mouth.

She wanted to pronounce that name but her end suddenly came. He looked at her and a few years later, he remembered and wrote down the names of those whose pronunciation takes such articulation.

Alex remembered this instance as Detective Ralia explained about his father’s death. He was suspecting someone already but needed evidence.

“… that would be all for now” Detective Ralia declared. She stood up and shook hands with Alex Foster again.

“Thank you detective. This information is helpful and I would work with it” Alex appreciated.

Detective Ralia nodded and said “Our next meeting place will not be in your office”. It was not a statement, it was an instruction.

“Alright” Alex nodded. After Ralia left, Alex sank into the sofa. “Dad, I will not let those who murdered you have a peaceful end. I promise you”

When Alex thought about his parents’ premature death, his eyes became reddened.

His parents death had really affected him and his sister. To say the least, it was his grandparents.

Grandma Anna has never been able to recover from the shock of his dad’s death when the news of his mother’s death hits her.

If grandfather hadn’t been strong for his grandma, he certainly knew his grandma must have died as a result of that shock.

What would have happened to himself and Alice if their grandparents were not there in those times of their grief?

That fellow who murdered his father had really shaken the foundation of the Foster’s family and he would never forget that person.

Suddenly Alex squinted, does Jim know anything about his parents death?