She's My Sleeping Pill

"You disappointed me time and time again," Derrick's father said with a shake of his head. His son was currently sitting inside a cell while waiting for the whole process to conclude. Although Lucian told them that they could bail Derrick out since there was no formal complaint from the victim herself at the moment, Derrick's father didn't bail him out.

"He didn't ask us to bail him out," said the man with a contemptuous expression on his face. "I wouldn't waste my money on him. I wouldn't lend him a lawyer, either."

The police officers who heard what Mr. Quijano said were quite baffled. Most parents would make a fuss about this kind of matter yet the man didn't even want to help his son. Derrick didn't say a single word to his father as well.

"Bro, if you loved her, why didn't you look for her? Why did you have to resort to this barbarian way of getting her?" his brother asked and followed by a deep sigh. "You are excellent at managing our business, but you don't know how to deal with those matters that involve your heart."

Derrick remained silent. He didn't want to make excuses or try to defend himself. Spending his time in jail was not even enough punishment for what he did to Adrianne.

All this time, he wanted to see his ex-wife. He wanted to see how she was doing, but he didn't want to lower himself to chase her. He wanted her to be the one chasing him. He wanted her to look for him. Yet, Addie was too independent to even look for him.

So, he waited for an excuse. He waited and waited until the opportunity came. He just couldn't believe he would lose control of himself and devour her with no consent. He couldn't even forgive himself for what he did.

Since he was doing fine, though he wasn't saying anything, his father and his brother left him alone after leaving him food and a change of clothes. The officers were looking at him and couldn't express what exactly they were feeling. The situation was rather complicated.

Two hours later, Addie called to say her side of the story. For the sake of their past relationship, Addie withdrew the case that Cayenne filed. However, she asked for a restraining order that would stop Derrick from approaching her within ten meters.

Cayenne expected this to happen so he asked Tristan to stay outside of the station to wait for Derrick to come out.

"Mr. Quijano, someone asked me to give you this," Tristan said and handed a thick envelope to the man. He knew who Tristan was, so he already had an idea of who the person he meant was. It could only be the Dumrique couple.

Derrick accepted the envelope and left.

"You lost the person who cared for you the most," Tristan commented while watching the back of the man who slowly disappeared from his sight. As soon as Derrick was out of sight, Tristan called the dispatched men to leave Derrick's house.

As for the helpers who discovered the secrets of the lady of the house, they started packing their things to leave. They knew that if they stay, the woman could easily kill them to keep them silent. She even killed her children. It would be nothing to her if she could kill the helpers for their silence.

When Derrick arrived home, he saw his wounded wife tied to a chair. Next to her was the family driver who was bound without any clothes. He was almost shocked to death at the man's sight.

One after another, the helpers came out with their things and asked for their last payment. Derrick was really confused. They wouldn't tell him the reason, instead, they told him to ask his wife.

He felt a bad premonition by their words and actions.

Not wanting to make a scene after all that happened to him, he just dismissed everyone and transferred the money to the accounts that they preferred. Most of them were family members of his helpers.

The moment they left, only the three of them remained.

"Would you like to explain what happened?" he asked in a hoarse voice without even approaching them. If his helpers could look at his wife in disgust, it meant she did something horrible and they knew it aside from him.

"Sir, please forgive me. I didn't mean it. It was Madam who seduced me!"

Derrick closed his eyes as he tried his best to calm himself. His wife was crying helplessly with a gag that prevented her from making loud noises. She could only shake her head continuously.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no emotion there. He looked at them as if they weren't human at all. He didn't say a word and took out the things that Tristan gave him earlier. He already wanted to confront his wife because of what Addie said when he held her captive. She firmly denied her involvement in his wife's miscarriage.

If she wasn't really the culprit, there was only one possible thing. His wife killed his child and framed Addie for it.

Seeing them right now, he was already 90% sure of his guess and conjectures.

Derrick read the first document and found they were hospital reports of his wife's abortion. He knew that getting these medical records without the patient's consent was illegal, but at this moment, he didn't care at all. It turned out his wife didn't just kill her baby once but a couple of times already.

The next medical report had his name on it. His eyes went wide as he read through it and tears started falling on his face. All those years, when he was married to Adrianne and blamed her for being incapable of getting pregnant, she was protecting his pride.

She told him that she had problems with her uterus which made it difficult for her to get pregnant while in truth, he was the one with the problem.

He had a very low sperm count in addition to the fact that he rarely had sex with her because of his work. All those years, she was putting up with him because she didn't want him to feel bad about himself.

Moving to the next documents, all he saw were pictures of his wife committing infidelity when he wasn't around. She messed around with their driver who was now laying on the floor in front of him, naked. Based on the time stamps on the lower right corner of the pictures, she was already cheating on him three years ago.

Enraged, Derrick laughed. He laughed so loud that his wife trembled even more in fear. His laughter wasn't out of happiness. It was a laughter that promised vengeance, and his eyes were cold as he looked at the two people who cuckolded him for so many years.

"I'll forgive you," Derrick told the driver and untied him. "Help me get your madam to the basement," he said and the driver quickly did what was asked of him.

Angel was squirming in fear. She wanted to get away from them. She was really scared.

The basement was Derrick's movie room. He told the driver to place her on the couch and to take care of her wounds. The driver didn't dare to dilly-dally. He tried his best to dress Angel's wounds which she got from the people who intruded on the property a few hours ago.

"Once you're done, get her a change of clothes and something to eat."

The driver ran upstairs to get some clothes for the woman and quickly fix her something to eat. Angel didn't dare make a single sound. She didn't know what her husband was thinking now that he brought her to the theater room.

Not even five minutes later, the driver returned with sandwiches and a set of clean clothes.

"Change her clothes and feed her," Derrick said and the driver complied, still naked. After changing her clothes and feeding her, Derrick asked the driver to move the couches to the walls for a bigger space in the middle. "I said I will forgive you, but there is a condition to it."

The driver suddenly felt scared, but no words came out of his mouth. His life was in the palm of the man in front of him, and one wrong move could make the man kill him.

Derrick moved closer to his wife and looked at her from head to toe. "You have a wife and a daughter, right?" Derrick asked and the driver nodded his head. "Great! Now, I will double your salary but you are not allowed to see your wife and daughter ever again."

"Sir?"

"Do you really want me to repeat my words?"

"N-no. No, sir."

"From now on, you will stay here. You are not allowed to leave this house or I will kill your family. Think about it. In exchange for what you did to me, you will get more money from me, but you cannot see your family. Of course, you can call them and occasionally if I permit you to do so."

"Yes, sir. I got it. I will do anything you'll ask me to do as long as you forgive me and do not include my family in this matter."

"That is good. Now, call three of your friends and ask them to come over. After all, I need to double your salary. I need to earn money."

Realizing what her husband wants to do, Angel started screaming at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately, they were inside the theater room and it has the best soundproofing material. No matter how much she cried for help, no one would come to her rescue.

An hour later, three men came to his house and Derrick welcomed them with a creepy grin on his face. They had an unsettling feeling when they saw his face.

"Why don't we meet him later on his way home?" suggested one of the men who just arrived. "I don't think it's alright for us to come over when his employers aren't around."

"Oh, no worries. I am his boss," Derrick answered and signaled them to have a seat. "I don't really mind him calling you guys to play. Anyway, I'll be leaving for work. Just don't make a mess in my house and you're all good to go."

He already gave his instructions to his driver before he left and he knew that the man won't disobey him again. Derrick picked up his keys and went out of the house, leaving the three people that his driver called over. He went back to the place he once called home when Addie was still around. Now, it was an empty shell with nothing but the memories that pained him even more.

Remembering what he did, he could only clutch his chest in pain. He wanted to scream but no voice came out. He wanted to kill himself but felt it wasn't unfair to his ex-wife. He needed to suffer twice as much as she did. He needed to stay alive to continuously feel the guilt.

Addie loved him unconditionally. She didn't slap him with the cruel truth because she cared for him. Even when she was being tortured by him, she didn't throw the blame on his wife. He didn't even hear her curse him for what he did. She only looked at him with so much regret and pain.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he whispered these words so many times until he fell asleep. Yet, what could his apologies do? He could not even approach her anymore.

Back at his house where his wife was held captive, the driver instructed his friends what to do. "You could pleasure yourself all you want using her, but you are not allowed to hurt her. Make sure you avoid touching her wounds, too."

"Are we allowed to release it inside?"

"Yup. The master of this house permits that. I can just give her a lot of contraceptives later."

With that, despite losing her voice from screaming to make them stop, the three men used Derrick's wife as much as they want. She even fainted in the middle which scared the three men, but the driver told them it was alright. The whole thing was recorded. After an hour, the three men left and the driver took over.

Angel was too tired to even make a fuss now. As soon as he was done, he uploaded the video to the site where Derrick created an account for himself. To make a fortune while punishing his wife, the driver would put the videos there.

The next day, Derrick told the driver to look for other people and left the same instruction.

Before and after she was used, the driver would force her to drink contraceptives.

"Since you like to cheat on me, I'm giving you the chance to do it every day," Derrick said one time when he visited the place to get some of his personal things. "Make sure to keep up with your performance. There are still a lot of men who haven't gotten the taste of you. Enjoy!"