Olivia took a deep breath the moment she heard the metal door close behind her. She wasn't even halfway towards the large table in the middle of the interrogation room and she could already smell him.
She could smell the sweetnesss of his Perfume.
His scent already gave her an idea of what the man sitting halfway across the room, on that long metal bench with his back facing her coldly, looked like.

She didn't need to take a front view of his suit before she could guess it was YSl. For someone who had spent the better part of her life, surrounded by all sorts of luxury and even married to one of the richest folks the continent had ever known, she was really familiar with a lot of designer outfits. The carvings on his perfectly barbed black hair were so clean and his gold brooch was shiny. Olivia drew in a deep breath as she took a step towards him. She could have sworn the rattles from her handcuffs were making a lot of noise but he sat right there, unbothered.

He just had his eyes focused into the large file in front of him. It was hers, it had to be. She watched him pull his jacket back, while he tried to make himself comfortable in his seat just as she made her way to the seat across his, her eyes glued to him, her body trembling for no reason at all.

She could have sworn she had no idea this meeting was going to happen so soon. She wanted to see through him, to know what was going through his mind. To see how he felt while he read all those lies about her. For some reason, that happened to be all that mattered to her at that moment.

Olivia could feel like she had met this man before. Maybe it was in one of the events she had been to with Andrew, she just wasn't sure. Somehow, everyone in her cell knew about this young man sitting right across her who happened to have accomplished a lot at his age, everyone except her.

News of how many cases he had won, how many people he had helped get their freedom back, were everywhere. The amazing Rafael Okonkwo. That was how they talked about him. He was quite popular among the inmates and from what she heard, it was quite difficult to get his representation, expensive too.

Barely forty and he had already bagged a couple PHDs, and won so many cases. He never walked into a court room and walked out without another victory attached to his name. He was extremely honest to a fault and true to his words, arrogant, some called him, not too friendly, some others said, at least that was what they said about him.

How on earth did Kemi ever get someone so valuable, so influential to even want to take her case?
Olivia gulped hard the moment he raised his gaze to meet hers. His dark eyes staring into hers with a dash of cluelessness in them. She could see it. The adorable tiny God mark beneath his small eyes. He raised his thick brows too. For a second it was like everything else stood still, time stood still.

She hadn't even realized how hard she was staring at him without blinking. She didn't know why. She didn't even know if there was even a reason.

And then it came, he cleared his throat and it snapped her back to consciousness.

"Mrs Silver?" Rafael slowly turned back to the file in front of him. "Thirty years old " he read out loud enough for her to hear him. Was that it? Had they already started? Wasn't he at least going to introduce himself? She adjusted nervously in her seat, looking at the file and listening attentively. "No parents, top benefactor of the Silver foundation for fifteen years, married to late Mr Andrew Silver; co heir to Silver enterprise, sentenced to thirty two years for the murder of her husband, Mr Andrew Silver, co heir to Silver enterprise-"

"A-"
Rafael paused at the sound of her voice. Not bothering to meet her gaze. She lowered it.

"Are you my lawyer?"

Now he had to look. Rafael slowly raised his head to meet hers. What was she asking? Wasn't it obvious? Why else would he be there if he wasn't? He exhaled.

"It depends."

"On what?" Olivia asked in almost a whisper.

"Did you kill your husband?"

"N—no, of course not."

"And I'm supposed to believe this just because you say it? It's what every criminal says when they are being asked. How am I supposed to believe that you're not any different?"

"I didn't kill him, I swear it."

"You don't have to do that right now," he turned back to his file. "You'd have the time to do that in court."

Olivia was so tensed already. She had barely began to tell him the details of what happened that day and she could already feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Maybe everyone forgot to mention he was a tough man too.

"What happened on the night your husband was murdered?"

"I-I don't know."

He looked at her instantly, giving her a glare, his frown getting worse.

"Seriously?"

"I mean we got into a fight and then I left. That was it. The police came over to my hotel room later that evening accusing me of killing him when I had nothing to do with it."

Rafael exhaled. He wasn't going to try to show her a bit of his thoughts. He turned back to the file and glanced through it again.

"According to the statement of your mother in law, and some of the maids that were present the night you got into a fight with your husband, they heard you threaten to kill him with a knife."

"That wasn't intentional. I was only trying to protect myself-"

"By threatening to kill him?"

"I wasn't really going to use it, I just needed to scare him, to stop him from hitting me."

"Or maybe you weren't going to use it because you already had something else stored for him, like a back up plan to get rid of him, like switching his pills with poison."

Olivia blinked

"What?"

"According to your files, you're the only one your late husband lets into his study. You were in charge of replacing his pills when they got empty and administering them to him every evening. Isn't it possible that you swapped his pills with the intention to get rid of him and make him pay for all he did to you? For physically abusing you all those years?"

"No, of course not-"

"And then you left the house and made someone else give the pills to him so it didn't look so obvious that you did it, a perfect alibi."

Olivia's head was racing and so was her heart.

"I would never-"

"Mrs Silver, I'm asking you to prove to me that this is all just a lie and that you didn't kill your husband for your own selfish interests."

"T-that's not true." She was so confused as to what was going on. This man was supposed to be listening to her, to defend her but why did it feel like he was actually trying to bring her down and destroy what was left of her with all those questions?

She could see how stern his face was

"H-he wasn't a good person."

"And so you decided to kill him? You took the law into your own hands? " he raised his voice a little now "What gave you the right to decide what punishment to give to anyone? Are you God?"

"I never said that-"

"Just admit it!" He was yelling a bit now. "Admit it and I could actually help you get a lighter sentence. You killed your husband."

"No." Olivia shook her head continuously. He was wrong. She needed to show him how wrong he was.

"You killed him because it was your only ticket to your freedom. You took advantage of his vulnerability and you swapped those pills the moment you got the chance then you faked that fight just so you could leave the house right in time for him to take his pills and boom, there it was, your alibi."

"I didn't do it."

Rafael hit his hand on the table

"Stop lying!" He yelled

"I didn't do it, I'm innocent!" Olivia had to yell back if it was the only way she was going to get him to listen.  "I Didn't do it, I didn't do it." She repeated just so he could hear it again and again.
She was almost crying already.

Rafael scoffed in disgust. He looked away quickly

"Liar." He whispered to himself.

"What?"
He glared at her

"You don't deserve your freedom. People like you that do bad things to other people that have done nothing but love them don't deserve to be free or to be loved ever again. You're a murderer and a monster."  Rafael told her just as the door opened and a policeman rushed in as Olivia was trying to keep herself calm. Hearing all those hurtful words he said were bringing a lot of tears into her eyes already

"I am never going to help you leave this place." He told her right after he closed the file. "You're definitely going to rot in here so get ready for it."

He picked up the file and got up.

"I'm done here." He slowly turned to the policeman before he turned again, he headed as fast as he could towards the front door.

"Mr Okonkwo." Olivia tried to run after him right before the policeman stopped her.

How on earth was she supposed to watch her only chance and her one ticket to leave that place walk out that door? She couldn't take it. She needed him. She needed to be free and he was the only one that could help her.

"I didn't do it!"

Those were her last words before the the door shut behind him.