Chapter 143

Shantelle’s POV

I stood frozen, my heart shattering into a million pieces. The police officers’ voices echoed through our home, a haunting reminder that everything was changing.

“Mr. Actona, you’re under arrest.”

Papa’s face contorted in shock, disbelief clouding his features.

“No, this can’t be.”

Mama’s eyes welled up with tears, her hands trembling as she reached for him.

“Shantelle, Reginald, go to your rooms,” she urged, her voice cracking under the weight of despair.

But I couldn’t move. I was rooted to the spot, a silent witness to my father’s world crumbling before my eyes. I watched as the officers handcuffed him, the cold metal glinting ominously in the dim light of our living room. They read him his rights, each word slicing through the air like a knife, and led him away, my heart pounding in my chest.

Mama’s sobs echoed through the hallway, a mournful sound that seemed to reverberate in every corner of our home. I fel