Billionaire Nathan Lord's Destitute State

Love of my life

Amari

My marriage has taken a very different path from what I thought it would be. I am so in love with my husband, it is becoming hard to hide it. Everyone is telling me that I am glowing. Growing up I had fantasies about how my first time would be, but it was nothing close to what I felt. I completely lose myself when my husband touches me. I can’t stop screaming his name and he loves it. Waking up in his arms and the love reflected in his eyes when he looks at me is complete bliss.

Unfortunately, he has befriended about every old woman and men around here. They feel the need to have his back. I adore them, but they really are crazy to have budged in on us like that. As if I can ever cheat on the love of my life. Argh, now the whole church is talking about our s*x life. I should be mad that he finds this amusing, but he looks at me and I melt.

Even the stupid choir has noticed that I can never say no to Nathan. I cut them off when they made jokes about him. I had not spoken to him since fifth grade, since our science project, but I had fallen for a man out of my league. He belonged to Ella then and I knew that I had no chance and I made peace with that. Still, it did not matter where I went and whom I dated, Nathan was that boy who claimed my heart with an innocent kiss on my cheek.

We chat all the way back from church. Nathan has a witty comment about anything I say. I don’t know how he discovered that I have always loved him, now he won’t stop teasing me about it.

“You could have just come and confessed your love,” he says and I roll my eyes. Ella broke my arm because of an innocent kiss and destroyed others for much less.

“Ella would have probably broken all my limbs and worse,” I say and he laughs. Lord, he is so hot when he laughs.

“Come on, love, are you saying I was not worth your limbs and life?” he teases

I can’t believe this man!

We are still laughing when the officers approach. I watch in disbelief as they take Nathan away. How can anyone believe James’ allegations? He apparently uses crutches, and vulnerable but Nathan is on a wheelchair. Surely, that makes Nathan more vulnerable than the i***t. Nathan is not going to last in prison. Not when on a wheelchair. I have to do something.

I hail for a cab and head to the police station the moment I snap out of my shock. I don’t know what I am going to do there, but I have to try and reason with someone. Maybe their captain will see how ridiculous the charges are.

A few minutes later, I am sitting across a grey-haired old man probably in his late fifties. He has this no-nonsense but exhausted appearance. I guess the cruelty they witness on a daily basis can do that. I hope I can get to him.

It’s an hour later when I walk out of his office.

“Seduced our captain?” one of the officers who arrested Nathan smirks when I walk past him.

I really don’t care that he believes the media and Ella. I am too worried about Nathan being in prison for an hour now.

“To protect and to serve. Remember your oath,” I say and leave.

I am not surprised when I see James’s car parked outside. Everything makes sense when I notice the other officer who arrested Nathan chatting to him. They are friends.

I match to them, fury taking over me.

“Mrs Lord. You must be relieved that we took that weight off your shoulders,” the officer smirks and I want to gauge his eyes out.

“That weight?” I ask with my fists clenched.

“Hey, calm down. We all know that you were tricked into this marriage. We will keep him there for life, you are welcome,” the i***t says.

“Are you hearing yourself? You are a fucken officer, trusted to uplift the law and you arrest an innocent man?” I yell, unable to suppress my anger.

He frowns at me before looking questioningly at James.

“Dude, what’s up with your girl?” he asks.

“His girl? Are you smoking weed or demented?” I roar and he looks taken aback. I wonder what Jame’s told him.

“Hey, look. You are making a scene. I was doing you a favour,” he says with an unimpressed tone.

“You were doing me a favour by arresting my husband? What stupid planet do you live in?” I ask and he looks really confused before declaring.

“You are really upset. You care about him.”

“I love him and I will go to the commissioner and the minister to plead his case if I have to,” I confess. I don’t care how hard or impossible it will be, but getting Nathan out of here, I shall.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just emotional,” James says dismissively.

“You are an asshole!” I snap at James.

“Babe, please. I f****d up with your friend and you broke my leg for that cripple. We are even now. I will drop the charges if you stop sleeping with him and apologise appropriately,” James says. “You can play pretend wife and be with me,” he adds. His proposal is close to that hospital manager’s one. I don’t know when the marriage institution lost its power that people can even propose this.

“Go to hell, James! I would rather die than be with you,” I grit my teeth. I don’t think I have ever hated anyone before, but I do now.

The officer now looks perplexed.

“I don’t want to be caught in any scandal. She does not sound like she needs him gone. What’s going on, man?” he asks James, who waves his hand dismissively at him.

“Don’t worry about her. Keep that cripple there and I will you sort out.”

“Look man, you have to be certain about this. This is my job we are talking about,” the officer warns and anxiously looks around. That’s when James gets out of the car. I am caught off guard when he presses a cloth on my face. A noxious smell rushes into my nostrils. I am so drowsy when he opens his passenger door and pushes me in.

“Like I said, I will take care of her. She won’t even remember that i***t by this afternoon,” James tells the officer before I hear the drivers door close. I am being adducted at the police station with an officer watching. I try to call out, but nothing. I am so drowsy, even my vision is now blurry. I can hear James from a distance.

“Keep that cripple there and you will get your money. Better yet, organise a prisoner to take him out and I will triple the wages,” I hear bits of the words.

“Fine,” the officer says before the engine starts. I see it in movies, but I never thought our country really had crooked police officers.