The moment I arrived at my hometown's airport, my life changed forever.
"Elyn Hansley, you are arrested for the death of your husband, Logan Hansley."
One police officer showed me the warrant of arrest while the other cuffed my wrists. There were more than five others surrounding us. Big guys one would think were sent to pick up a syndicate lord.
My lips parted in shock. I couldn't move as they dragged me out of the airport. Flashes of cameras followed us along with a series of questions. One after another, thrown so fast at me like a buzz of bees. It made my ears ring.
"Miss Elyn, did you poison your husband because he was cheating?"
"Is it because of money? Now that he's gone, you will have access to his assets and company shares."
"Who was he cheating with? Is she also in the showbiz industry?"
"What will happen to your upcoming album? Will it still be released?"
I couldn't catch all the questions. I was getting so cold. When I got into the police car, I was shaking.
Prime suspect for my husband's death?
Logan was… dead?
The words wouldn't register in my head. Logan left only eight hours ahead of me. We had just talked to each other over the phone last night. We were supposed to have dinner today. He was supposed to meet me at the airport.
What kind of sick joke was this?
"Please, tell me, officer. Who… died?" I asked the officers with me in the police car. Two were in the front, while two sat on each side of me, making sure I couldn't even attempt a desperate jump.
"Ah, you must have delicate ears, miss." The one sitting with the driver in front chuckled like he was mocking me. "Yes, it was your husband who died. The businessman Logan Hansley was found dead in his townhouse early this morning. He died of cardiac arrest after taking his antidepressants. But upon checking, his bottle didn't contain antidepressants but pills of poison. Only his and your fingerprints were found on the bottle. Also, there was a chat history in his phone suggesting you had a fight recently."
"Is that the only evidence you have?" I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. "You are accusing me of killing my husband just because I have my fingerprints on his bottle of meds?"
Logan and I had been married for three years. Even if we weren't the typical married couple and we didn't spend much time together, hearing about his death was still a big blow to me.
He wasn't exactly the love of my life, but I'd learned to see him as family. I'd learned to live with him. I thought he'd be a constant person in my life. To hear that he was gone forever… it was hard to believe.
When we arrived at the police station, Logan's half-sister, Candice, was there with her mother, Cora.
Candice's slap made my cheek hurt.
"How could you do this to us?! How could you kill my brother?!" she cried, her voice so loud the reporters outside were fighting for a spot to take a peek through the door and windows of the station.
"You cheated, but my brother still forgave you! When you were too busy with your career, he supported you without a complaint! But when he couldn't give you what you wanted, you killed him!"
Everyone's eyes were on me like I was a spectacle. Looks of disgust, resentment, disappointment. My chest tightened.
I didn't know how to defend myself. As an artist, I'd received hate and criticism before, but to be the center of a murder case was a different story. And it was a family we were talking about.
For a moment, I thought of begging the officers to let me see Logan first. To say goodbye, at least.
"What did she want, Miss Candice? What did she ask of your brother?"
It was one of the questions thrown by reporters who were struggling to take a step inside the station because of the human barricade the officers made.
"This bitch has been begging my brother to give her shares in the company! Behind her innocent face is a greedy person! That's who she truly is!"
Tears rolled down my face. Even if I spoke, I doubted I'd be heard. All the people around me were looking at me with contempt.
"White Rose? Hah! She doesn't deserve the title! She isn't as innocent as she looks! She's very wicked!"
My head hurt. The noise made me feel dizzy.
Candice said a lot of bad things about me. Things I didn't expect she'd call me. After all, in the past three years, we were like sisters. She was sweet and kind, and we accompanied each other every now and then.
I was pulled away from the chaos by an officer and brought to the interrogation room.
Things happened too fast in the next days. I had the right to call my lawyer, but having a lawyer wasn't much help.
There was strong evidence found against me. Evidence I didn't even know where came from. The fingerprint on Logan's bottle of meds, the chat history of us fighting, my apartment abroad having the same pills found in Logan's meds, a witness claiming I purchased the pills from him.
Everything was pointing at me, it felt so futile to fight.
I finally was able to return to my country, Logan and I were starting to get along better, and I was going to launch a new album. Things were going smoothly.
Why did my life need to get ruined like this?