Forbidden: My Husband's Brother

Reyna’s POV.

“You're under arrest ma'am.”

Those words hit my chest like stray bullets, threatening to crush my heart.

I stared in shock at the police officer clad in a crisp white shirt, black pants and a baton in hand.

“Arrest? Why? What's my crime?” I asked all questions at once, slowly letting go of the polished mansion door.

“You're under arrest for the murder of Jeremy Hall,” His next words ignited panic inside of me.

The walls of the mansion have been silent because of him, no one dared spoke his name during the period of mourning as it was still shocking to the family.

And now, I was being arrested for his death?

I shook my head softly, swallowing the lump formed in my throat, “I'm sorry, this has to be a mistake. My husband was involved in an accident. I didn't murder him.”

The policeman shot me a scrutinizing gaze, hitting the baton on his hand with caution.

“Well ma'am, evidence has been provided against you. It'd be better to be quiet as whatever you say right now would be used against you.” He said, his voice firm and final.

My heart skipped a beat, how was there evidence when he was involved in an accident?

Without thinking, I called out to his family, forgetting they never cared about me in the first place.

“If there's evidence, then you surely did it!” Jeremy's aunt sneered.

“I warned Jeremy not to get married to a gold digging woman, look where it landed him!” My mother in-law hissed.

“She must have done this because he stopped giving her money,” His cousin added.

I felt my stomach twisting into hard knots as I realized I had no one on my side.

I turned to the policemen, wanting to speak but no words came forth. My eyes moistened but I had no tears to shed.

I had cried my eyes out after Jeremy's death and now I was being accused.

“I promise I didn't kill Jeremy,” I said, my voice trembling from the tension within me.

But no one cared to listen.. They believed the policemen.

And just like that, I was handcuffed out of the Hall mansion, for a crime I knew nothing about.

As I reluctantly walked with the officer, I racked my head in search of the person behind this.

The Hall family despised me but they'd never stoop low enough as to get me into trouble.

This was an outsider but who?

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The air in the prison was a mix of fatigue, sweat and helplessness.

The dark walls of the room complimented the darkness I felt inside, the darkness that came from being alone.

It was stuffy and uncomfortable. I felt like rolling my eyes to the back of my head as the foul smell in the room made me feel dizzy.

But I held on to the cold bars, my sweaty fingers barely hanging on to them.

Although I was feeling dizzy, I didn't feel