Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 95

For the first time, I saw something I hadn’t expected in Mom’s eye–hesitation.

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It wasn’t much, just a flicker of reluctance. It was as if, for a fleeting moment, she remembered that I was the daughter she carried for nine months.

Jeremy’s expression was more complex. There was a hint of unease, but it was overshadowed by relief.

With me in jail, even for the shortest possible sentence, my life would never recover. I would no longer be a threat to his place in the family or his carefully curated reputation.

And just like that, my own parents, my brother, and my husband of eight years sent me off to a holding cell.

I didn’t know if it was by coincidence or deliberate arrangement, but they placed me in a shared cell. The other women inside looked rough, the kind of people you wouldn’t want to cross.

Already shaken, I felt a wave of unease creep over me.

I had anticipated that fighting back against Julianne would make my family and Irvin furious, that they’d try to make me pay for it. I was ready for that..

I had even prepared for things to escalate to the point where Irvin and I would be battling it out in court.

But I never thought I’d end up here.

I’d always been someone who followed the law, who never crossed moral lines, let alone legal ones. The idea of being locked up had never even crossed my mind.

And yet, here I was.

For a moment, fear and panic threatened to take over. I couldn’t help but think about how absurdly unlucky I’d been lately.

I made a mental note–if I got through this, I’d head straight to a church or maybe even light a candle somewhere. There had to be some way to turn my luck around because this kind of bad streak just couldn’t be normal.

But the panic didn’t last long. I pulled myself together and called my lawyer.

While I was making my call, Julianne was busy making hers. She wasn’t wasting any time.

The first person she contacted was Travis. She informed him about my detention, carefully choosing her words as she held a white flower in her hand. She looked every bit the picture of grace and concern.

“Travis,” she said softly, her voice filled with worry. “Emilia’s health is so fragile. The environment in a detention center is so chaotic and dangerous. What if something happens to her? What if she never makes it out? She’s so stubborn, still refusing to apologize.”

Her tone was gentle, almost sorrowful as if she was genuinely concerned for my well–being.

But beneath the surface, her words carried a venomous undertone.

She was planting a seed, suggesting the perfect accident. After all, detention centers were filled with criminals, and it wouldn’t take much to pay someone off to cause a little incident, something that would ensure I never walked out alive.

Julianne was running out of patience. She couldnt wait for a trial or a sentence. She was terrified that Irvin might soften at the last moment and decide to spare me.

She also feared that the video might not be enough to convict me.

But most of all, she couldn’t wait anymore.

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I had ruined her chances with Irvin, humiliated her in front of everyone, and shattered her carefully crafted image. Her hatred for me had reached a boiling point.

She didn’t just want me gone–she needed me gone.

Her desperation had been clear on that rooftop. She hadn’t just wanted to push me; she wanted to make sure I was dead, no matter what it took.

Despite the cracks in her composure, she remained disturbingly calculated. Even with her emotions running high, she could still play the role of the kind, selfless victim while plotting her next move.

Travis, who had long been her accomplice, immediately understood her unspoken message. He nodded and left to handle

things.

After he left, Julianne didn’t stop.