I could barely control my rage when I realized Crystal was behind the accident that killed my mom. My heart pounded in my chest as I frantically searched for something sharp to use, but when I couldn't find anything, I went to the hall and grabbed a baseball bat. Just as I raised it to strike her, my dad shouted my name.
I knew my dad wouldn't believe me if I told him everything Crystal confessed, he'd think I was speaking out of pure hatred. And I couldn't kick her out of the house, knowing my dad would leave with her. I needed a way to expose this witch to him without it looking like I was just acting out of anger.
When he saw me holding the bat, his face twisted with anger, and I didn't even get the chance to explain myself before he pulled Crystal away. She looked at me, her smile taunting, as my dad led her out. I knew he'd misinterpret everything.
I knocked on his door the next morning, offering him the breakfast I had made, but he never responded.
Later, the new cardiothoracic director came by my office to pick up some documents. He saw the frustration written all over my face and tried to start a conversation, concerned about what was going on with me. I explained that I needed a way to get rid of the witch pretending to be human in my house.
"Madam, why not plant secret cameras in the house? That way, you'll have evidence to back up your claims."
"My dad and his wife are always home," I replied, frustration in my voice.
"Then invite them out for dinner and use that opportunity," he suggested calmly. "I understand your pain. I went through something similar myself."
I walked the cardiothoracic director out of his office, thanking him for the advice. Raymond was not pleased to see me walking with him again, and I couldn't help but feel a growing suspicion about his behavior.
Later that evening, we went to the club after work. I had a theory about Raymond, and I wanted to test it. I approached a guy who was dancing and decided to join him.
I watched Raymond's reaction closely, but I needed to be sure if my suspicions were correct. As I danced with the guy, I placed his hand around my waist and kissed his cheek. Raymond quickly left the club and stood waiting near the car. That was all the confirmation I needed, he had a problem with me being around other guys.
"Raymond, why do you always get angry when you see me with a guy? I hope it's not what I'm thinking," I asked, my voice steady but tense.
He hesitated for a moment before replying, his tone serious. "I know how men can take advantage of rich women for their gain. That's why I always get angry, Jasmine."
He kept glancing back at me while driving, and I could tell I had him cornered.
When I got home, I found her asleep on my dad's lap. I had taken the director's advice and invited them to dinner as an apology for my previous behavior.
I took them to a Turkish restaurant. It was incredibly difficult to sit at the same table as the woman who had confessed to killing my mom, but I had to tolerate her since it was supposed to be a peace-making dinner.
I brought the new director as my date to buy more time for the cameras to be installed at home. He did an excellent job of entertaining my dad and keeping him engaged throughout the meal.
As I was telling Raymond how funny the new director was and how much my dad liked him, I heard Raymond's voice, sharp and unexpected:
"Your dad likes me too!"
It was so obvious that Raymond was jealous, but I couldn't understand why he'd feel that way over someone I was only using for a plan.
After the restaurant, my dad started coughing a lot, so I took him to the hospital for a few checkups. Once he was settled, I rushed back home, determined to provoke Crystal into saying something the cameras could capture, something that would expose her true intentions.
I said some harsh things, hoping to get a reaction, but she just stood there, silent and unmoving. I was disappointed by her lack of response. As I turned to leave, I suddenly felt a sharp movement. Crystal had grabbed a knife and lunged at me. Her murderous gaze was terrifying.
I screamed for help, and Raymond came rushing in just in time to stop her. I had the evidence I needed, but I still felt powerless.
"After killing my mom, and poisoning my dad, you want to kill me too. I have evidence now and I am reporting you to the police."
"That I killed your mother. I didn't kill your mom, I sent someone to do the job so nothing will lead back to me so don't waste your time Jasmine. Moreover, it is not my fault your mom died, it is yours Jasmine."
She kept approaching with the knife, trying to starve both of us. She starved Raymond in the stomach but before she could harm me the police broke in and rescued me. My dad brought in the police which was surprising especially when I left him at the hospital.
The look on his face could not be explained in words.