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This is it. The last chapter. I'm sorry I made you all wait so long for the conclusion and I kinda hope I get the inspiration to rewrite this one soon. Love you all and thank you for reading. :D

Chapter 10

You never know what being alone really is until you've been hidden away for months. My belly had grown so big I didn't even recognize my figure and I really didn't think I would ever be a size five again. But every time I felt a kick, I knew it was going to be worth it. I just wished I could have shared it with Roman. I knew he would love to put his hand on my belly and feel the baby move. And worse, I couldn't go out of my room. Everything I needed or wanted was brought to me. Even the doctor that examined my condition. I don't even know what the police were up to or how long they planned to keep me there.

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"Got him." Ramon's behavior had been his own undoing.

I didn't know there was an undercover team following my brother. They listened in on his phone conversations and two weeks after Ariana's funeral, they followed him to a cemetary out of town where they took picture of him exchanging money and recorded his conversation. He didn't come right out and say he'd hired the man to kill his wife, but why else would he meet a guy two towns away with a briefcase full of cash?

Still, the prosecutor only had circumstantial evidence against Ramon. I don't know why they even bothered to arrest him. I was allowed to help with the search. I tore his home with his new girlfriend apart looking for any shred of evidence. The only thing I managed to find was a jewelry box that I knew did not belong to that slut my brother shacked up with. It had a name on it. One I didn't know. Elizabeth Cary. I did know Ariana's maiden name and I knew that hand painted box had to belong to someone she had loved dearly and probably everything inside.

"That's mine!" the woman bellowed when I stuck it in a bag.

"Oh yeah?" I said. The damn thing had been stuck in the back of Ramon's closet. I pulled out the box, opened the deep bottom drawer and lifted out the liner that I had noticed didn't quite fit right. I opened the letter beneath it. "Then you can tell me what this says."

"I – I."

"That's what I thought?" I put it back in the bag and then put the letter in another smaller bag. "This might help us." I whispered to my coworker, then instructed another to put the box in my truck. It wasn't evidence. It was just something that I didn't want lost or pawned by this hussy when my brother was convicted.

That letter stuck in my head.

I think Ramon is going to kill me one day Gram. I don't know if it will be physically or if he will finally break my heart enough to make it stop beating. He hit me for the first time. He hit me enough to leave a bruise behind. I don't what to do. Please give me a sign.

I guess the only way Ariana thought her grandmother would hear her would be to put that note in the box. I felt her fear in the letter and I wondered why she didn't leave. Then I realized maybe she had been scared of Ramon longer than I knew. Well, at least she'd found some courage in the end of her life.

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I was three weeks from my due date when an agent showed up at my door telling me to get dressed. I was on my way to court to testify against Ramon. They had found enough evidence to suspect him of killing me, but no one knew of my testimony but the prosecutor.

I put on a simple, black dress and I waited outside the courtroom only a couple minutes.

"Your honor, for my next witness. I would like to call – Ariana Reigns to the stand."

A roar erupted through the room the minute I heard my own name. The judge knocked loudly with his gavel and then the doors were opened and I was led in with an escort on each side, but no one was more shocked to see me than the twin brother.

I sat in that chair. I put my hand on the bible and I answered all their questions. I stared directly into Ramon's angry eyes as I told them everything right down to the minute I crawled out of that icy car he'd planned to be my coffin.

When I had finished, I stepped down from that platform, I walked right past him and I sat on the prosecutor's side, right next to Roman who had shed real tears, despite the public venue the moment he saw me. He stood and embraced me, sobbing like a small child the moment I stood beside him. Then we sat down. I wanted to see Ramon go to jail. I wanted to see him pay for all he had done to me but what I really enjoyed, was the way Roman touched my belly and then held my hand. I gazed at him and I no longer saw Ramon. Roman's gaze was much softer when he gazed at me. I saw love. Something I'd never saw in Ramon's eyes.

"Guilty."

So, my husband didn't get sent to jail for murder because I didn't die, but he was found guilty on many counts including attempted murder and he ended up receiving a life sentence without the possibility of parole.

I was granted a divorce quickly and I ended up with everything. Isn't that funny. All that Ramon did to try to hold on to every dime of his precious money and he ended up losing it all to me anyway. Geeze. He would have only lost half in a divorce. Some men – I swear. They just don't think things through and some of them really think they can get away with – everything.

Its three years down the road now and Roman and I have been married for six months. And guess what? I'm pregnant – with twins – and they're boys. I'm ecstatic and I'm terrified at the same time and I pray every day. Lord, please let them be fraternal.

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