THE EVIL BRIDESMAID
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The air hung heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth as I approached Linda’s home. The weight of the revelation about Derrick weighed heavily on my shoulders. I knocked softly, my heart p******g with the gravity of the news I was about to deliver.
Linda opened the door, her eyes weary with a sadness that seemed to reach her soul. “Trisha, what brings you here?” she asked.
“I’ve come about Derrick,” I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “He’s not just your adoptive son. He’s Leo’s flesh and blood, his long-lost child.”
The words hit Linda like a physical blow. She staggered back, a hand to her mouth. “How can that be?” she whispered.
“It’s a long story,” I replied, “but the truth is undeniable. And now, Leo deserves to know. He deserves to have his son back.”
Linda nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. “You’re right. It’s time to make things right.”
Meanwhile, Miranda received shattering news about Loise’s mysterious accident. The last of her co-conspirators was gone. A chill ran down her spine as she realized she was the only one left from those who had orchestrated Quincy’s demise.
But there was hope. We sought guidance from a native doctor—a man steeped in ancient rituals and the spirit world. His hut was adorned with symbols and artifacts, each telling a story of the spirits that walked among us.
“You seek guidance,” the doctor began, his eyes piercing through the veil of the physical world. “The spirit of Quincy is not at rest, and her bridesmaid’s gown is a tapestry of sorrow and vengeance she seeks to find.”
I nodded, my resolve firm. “We must know what to do to bring peace to her soul.”
Baba closed his eyes, his chants rising and falling like the tide. The hut seemed to grow darker, the air thicker, as if the spirit world pressed in on us.
Suddenly, the doctor’s eyes snapped open. “Quincy speaks,” he declared. “She demands justice, not revenge. The truth must come to light, and those who wronged her must face their deeds.”
Miranda’s hands clenched into fists. “I will confess,” she whispered. “I will tell the world what we did.”
The doctor nodded. “It is the first step. But there is more.”
“You must do something for Quincy’s spirit to finally rest,” he said. “Unite the father and child, confess to them, and plead for forgiveness. Only they can appease her.”
As we left the shrine, Miranda couldn’t stop worrying. How would we find Mr. Leo and Derrick? I shared my discoveries—their connection to the ghostly bridesmaid. Together, we set out to meet at Mr. Leo’s compound. With Derrick by our side, we hoped Mr. Leo would soften his heart.
TO BE CONTINUED…
