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   Chapter 7 Death by Coffee

My Scythe-Wielding Husband By JMFelic Characters: 11438

Updated: 2019-06-26 14:08


With a strong conviction to hunt for the truth, Solene decided to visit the supermarket and ask to see the security camera of the building, specifically while the tremors happened.

There was a footage found, yes, but it only showed pictures before the shaking started. Solene couldn't be more disappointed when the video stopped right when she and AC were about to approach the Nutella shelf.

'A technical malfunction, ' the manager explained, but Solene didn't buy it. It was damn too coincidental. Something in her gut told her it was intentional. As to why and who did it were the two questions that filled her mind.

Ultimately, she returned in her house with more questions than answers and those lingered until the next day.

Early in the morning, Solene met with her thesis partner and best friend, Myrna — a redhead with a short bob and thick lashes. They chose their favorite cafe outside the University, Cafe Tiala. The store was packed with customers unfortunately, so the two of them had to wait in line for their orders to be taken.

While listening to her friend talking, Solene caught a glimpse of a familiar face among the crowd of customers. She hissed silently when she realized who it was.

"Excuse me, Myr. I need to do something. Save my spot for me will you?" she said.

Her friend furrowed her brows and before she could answer, Solene was already walking straight to the person sitting coolly at a cozy corner of the cafe.

"A coincidence again?" Solene placed her arms akimbo while her eyes thinned at the sight of none other than Hein Masters.

He didn't look up. His eyes continued to be glued on the newspaper he was holding, but he chuckled lightly and made a humming sound deep within his throat.

"That's a rather weird way to open up a topic with a stranger."

Solene's jaw tensed.

"No, I'm not treating you a stranger anymore, Mr. Masters. More like a stalker."

"Stalker?" He arched a brow and then shot a scolding eye towards her. "Woman, this is a coffee shop. Anyone has the freedom to come into this place. Myself included."

Solene, upon hearing this, was caught off guard. She released a heavy sigh and routed her gaze to the floor.

He had a point, or maybe it was just his alibi? She didn't want to add the part that this was her favorite coffee shop. That she had been coming here practically almost everyday since she was in middle grade. This information was obvious for any stalker who had researched her well.

Or maybe, she was just getting paranoid.

"Please, " Hein's voice cut off her musings and this made her look up, "feel free to sit." His eyes roamed side to side and then past her to the crowd of patrons. "There seems to be no vacancy, " he commented. "You can even invite your friend with you."

Solene was almost tempted.

"No thanks, " she replied, voice monotone, and then turned around, intent to return to where her best friend was standing.

"Suit yourself, " she heard him say from behind. She twisted her lips resisting the urge to fire back a response. She didn't want to cause any scene. She admitted it. She felt a little bit embarrassed accusing him like that, but he couldn't blame her. Their consecutive meetings were just too much for her liking.

"I swear if I ever see that man again, I'm calling the police, " she muttered to herself instead whilst walking away.

Near the cashier, Myrna cocked her head to

end's voice thinned as she recalled to the time when the truck came down on her. If she weren't pushed on the ground to actually dodge it, she would have been dead. She was also sure that something shielded her from the debris. Something or someone for that matter.

"Solene?" Myrna shook her shoulders to capture her attention.

Solene cleared her throat and fluttered her lashes before answering. "No, I'm fine, Myrna. I don't need the hospital. I'm not hit anywhere."

"You have blood at the back of your blouse though, " Myrna pointed out worriedly.

Solene looked over her shoulder and saw some stains of red on her beige blouse as what her best friend said. A wrinkle on her forehead formed then.

"No, this is...this is not mine..." she stated, sure of herself.

"Well, you should get yourself checked anyway, " Myrna stressed. She guided Solene up and supported her once she was able to stand straight.

"Really, Myrna, I'm fine. I just need to go to the house and change clothes." Solene's eyes unconsciously moved to where Hein sat. The table and chairs were unaffected from the crash but he was not there anymore.

'Where is he?' she thought.

She moved to check the people around her. Some had the sense of urgency to leave the cafe while others remained, studying the damages, recording their harrowing experience on social media and some checking if the driver of the truck was okay.

Sounds of sirens were heard nearby then and she watched past the broken wall of glass the arrival of ambulances and police cars.

In the midst of this busy picture, what immediately caught her interest was the sight of a man, Hein specifically, standing across the street, looking at the cafe strictly towards her while he nursed a bloody slash on his cheek.

'How had he got to be on that side of the road so quick?' that was the first question that popped in her mind. The second was the wound he received. Clearly, it came from the vehicle accident, but how would he get such a wound when his spot in the cafe remained virtually untouched?

Glass shards possibly reached him. That's a plausible explanation. Could be. Definitely.

Yet why does a part of her believed he was that person who saved her from the crash?

There was only one way to find out.

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