Chapter 5 - Mother-in-Law Feigns Pure Innocence
The sterile white and grey living room felt like a courtroom where a pre-written verdict was being executed.
The mother-in-law walked over to the coffee table, carefully picking up the long black whip and coiling it neatly.
Her micro-expressions shifted effortlessly from feigned sadness to a quiet, victorious serenity that only the wife noticed.
The wife gave her a microscopic nod of acknowledgment, sealing a dark, unspoken alliance forged in mutual hatred.
“Can I get you officers a glass of water before you take him away?” the mother-in-law asked politely.
“No thank you, ma'am, we need to transport him to the precinct for booking right away,” the lead officer replied.
The husband was hauled toward the front entryway, his light grey button-down shirt wrinkled and stained with sweat.
He cast one last look of absolute hatred toward his mother and his wife standing side by side.
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“You two planned this... you set this entire thing up!” the husband shouted as the heavy front door opened.
The cold outdoor air rushed into the minimalist home, carrying the wail of the idling police cruiser outside.
