(3rd person P. O. V)

Sadie and Nate had just returned home from the hospital with their twins, Olivia and Oliver. It was 9 P.M. in the night and Susan had gone outside to bring the food for them. It was pouring, and lightning flashed everywhere. Olivia was crying, and Sadie was trying her best to smooth her.

“Sadie, why do I have this feeling that something bad is going to happen today?” Nate asked.

“It’s just your imagination. These past few days have been tiring and disturbing for us,” Sadie said, trying to comfort him.

“I can’t shake off this feeling, Sadie,” Nate said, still anxious.

Suddenly, they heard a loud knock at the door.

“Knock, knock,”

“Knock, knock.”

“Mr Nara, please open the door,” said an unfamiliar voice from outside. Nate went to answer the door and found a cop standing outside wearing a black raincoat oer his uniform in a heavy rain.

“How may I help you, officer?” Nate asked.

“Is Miss Smith inside the house?” the officer inquired.

“Yes, she is. Is there something you need from her?” Nate replied.

“We have come to arrest her for the murder of your wife, Arabella,” the inspector informed him.

Nate’s heart sank, and he took a deep breath to control himself.

“But she was alive when we left her house. I checked her pulse, myself, to see if she was alive or not. How is it possible that she was dead?” Nate asked, confused.

“Your wife’s friend Lilith has filed a complaint that someone has killed her friend. While investigating, we found Miss Smith’s fingerprints on the gun. All the evidence goes against her,” theinspector informed him.

“Sir, Sadie is innocent. I killed Arabella, not Sadie,” Nate admitted, shocking Sadie, who was listening from outside.

“Nate, what are you saying? Neither of us killed Arabella.”

“Shut up, Sadie.”

“But,” Sadie says, but Nate puts a finger to her lips and tells her to shut up, making sure the inspector don’t see him doing it.

“Sir, can I speak to him alone for a few minutes?” Nate asked the inspector.

“Sure, but don’t run away from us or help him run away from us,” the officer warned.

Sadie took Nate into the room. Nate told her he was taking the blame to save her.

“But I didn’t kill her, Nate. You took her pulse yourself to see if she was dead,” Sadie said, crying.

“I know, love, but the evidence says otherwise. I can’t let the mother of my children go to jail. They need you,” Nate said, holding her face in his hands.

“They need their father too,” Sadie said, crying.

“I know, Sadie. Don’t worry, we’ll find a way out of this problem,” Nate said, trying to console her.

But Sadie couldn’t bear the thought of Nate taking the blame for her, and she fell to her knees, crying.

“I’m sorry, Sadie. Please forgive me. I’m doing this for you and our children,” Nate said and kissed her forehead as tears welled up in his eyes. He kissed her head one more time, wiped her tears, and stand up to walks out from the bedroom.

Sadie's mind was a whirlwind of emotions and confusion. She needed answers, and she needed them fast. She followed Nate out of the room, anxiety gnawing at her insides. The gravity of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks, and she needed to make sense of it all.

“Nate,” Sadie called out, grabbing his arm before he could step outside.

He turned to face her, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within him.

“Who do you think have killed Arabella?” Sadie's voice trembled with fear and uncertainty.

Nate looked at her, his brows furrowed. "I don't know?" he replied, his hand absentmindedly massaging his forehead.

Sadie's heart raced as she pressed on, her voice quivering. "Did Arabella or you have any enemies who would benefit from killing her and put blamed on me to save themself?"

Nate shook his head slowly. "I don't think so."

"Let's say even if we had an enemy, I don't know what they would gain from sending you to prison. If they wanted to harm me by killing Arabella, they had made sure that the blame gose to me not you. Its was you who they wanted to harm Sadie not me," Nate said and something comes into his mind.

"Is it possible that someone is holding a grudge against you?" he asked, searching her eyes for any hint of understanding.

Sadie furrowed her brows, her mind racing through memories and faces. "No, I don't think so. I don't remember doing anything bad to anyone," she said, her voice tinged with frustration as she tried to recall anyone who might have harbored ill intentions toward her.

"Sadie," Nate began, his voice tinged with a mix of sympathy and wisdom, "some individuals don't require you to inflict harm upon them to foster ill intentions. There are times when their own envy and jealousy suffice to nurture a malevolent intent."

His words hung in the air, laden with an unspoken understanding. Sadie's brow furrowed, absorbing the weight of his insight. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a new layer of complexity to the situation.

"Please hurry up, sir. We don't have much time left," one of the inspectors urged, his urgency evident as he knocked on the door.

"Just five more minutes," Nate replied, glancing over his shoulder before meeting Saide's gaze.

Sadie's eyes glistened with concern, her voice soft yet determined. "If it's me who they wanted to hurt, then perhaps it's better for me to go to prison. There's a possibility that they might come after our twins, Oliver and Olivia, to hurt me. Nate, I won't be able to protect them alone. So it would be better for me to go to prison instead of you. You'd be able to protect them better than I ever could."

Nate's brows furrowed as he absorbed her reasoning. He shook his head gently, his voice tinged with worry. "That's all the more reason for me to go to prison, Sadie. If you're there, they could target you within those walls, and I would be helpless to shield you. At least if I'm the one behind bars, there would be someone here to protect you in my absence." As he spoke, he gently removed her hands from where they had clung to his sleeves.

"Nate, please," Sadie's voice quivered with a desperate plea, her fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt sleeve once more. She tugged gently, as if her touch alone could anchor him to her side.

But Nate's gaze remained steadfast, his jaw set with unwavering resolve. He seemed deaf to her entreaty, his steps unyielding as he moved purposefully toward the waiting inspector. Every footfall resonated with a determination that echoed in the depths of his eyes – a determination to shield Sadie and their children from any looming threat.

Her heart ached as she watched him go, torn between her desire to keep him by her side and her realization that his decision was born from a deep-seated need to safeguard their family. The world around them seemed to blur as he closed the gap, his silhouette melding with the shadows of uncertainty that stretched before them.

“Sir, I plead guilty. Please arrest me,” said Nate, showing his hand to the police.

“Mr. Nara, you know what you are doing, right?” Thomas, one of the inspector and one of Nate’s best friends asked him in a stern voice as if giving a warning to him. If he wants to back down, he should do it now.

Because if the police found out, he had lied to them to save Sadie. He will also go to jail with Sadie and there will be no one left to look after the twins.

“Yes, I know. I have killed Arabella to make sure that she didn’t create a problem for us later,” Nate said while Nate, showing his hand to the police.

The police officer then arrested Nate for the murder of Arabella, and they read him his rights. As they took him away in the police van, Sadie ran after him, hoping to stop him.

As Nate sat in the back of the police van, his mind raced with thoughts of how he had ended up in this situation. He couldn’t believe that he was being driven to the police station, taking the blame to save the mother of his children from a crime she didn’t commit.

His mind went back to that day, and he could still feel the shock and disbelief washing over him as he recalled what had happened that day.