My stay at the hospital was not a long one. I was out by the next day. Rafael still suggested that I stay home, and I could not agree with him more. I was slowly regaining my sanity because of popcorn and Netflix. It was rough but I started eating and sleeping regularly. Rafael also had a somewhat normal schedule. He started to come home every night at nine, and we would talk, eat, and fall asleep. One night he came home at 9:15.

A smile was plastered on his face,"Y/n! You are totally free! They were able to find enough evidence to prove your story!"

"Really? I don't have to go to court or anything?" I hugged him.

"No," he hoisted me up and spun me around, "They found this piece evidence in a storage unit Clark owned and it was disturbing. It was a handwritten note explaining his whole plot. It even said that he never wanted you to go to jail for his death. He said he wanted to blow your mind."

"He told me that," I said, "He said those words."

"Oh y/n," he hugged me tightly, "Now that this whole Clark business is over, all that remains is Harold's trial."

I shook my head, "That's still a thing?"

"Unfortunately," he answered.

"I don't know if I can ever walk into a court room again. Besides, when Clark was Harold's lawyer, did he not complete the whole question thing?" I asked.

"Yes but everything that happened is being tossed out the window," Rafael could not look me in the eyes.

"I want to sleep," I walked toward the bedroom.

Rafael grabbed my arm, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Does that even matter?" I shook my arm free from his grasp.

•••

The days leading up to the trial were just as terrifying as the were last time. But now, thoughts raced through my head of what could happen. Would something go horribly wrong and it would be declared a mistrial? Would Harold hire another crazy lawyer? Would Harold even show up?

Rafael just did his best to calm me down. I could tell he was sick of me. He was sick of me being so stressed. He was sick of me laying around all day. We hadn't had a romantic moment in many weeks. I felt so bad that I wanted to give back.

One night I decided to cook dinner for him. I put on a nice apron, some short shorts, and a tight tank top. My hair was swept out of my face and I had a bit more dramatic makeup on. I decided to make him a Cuban dish: Ropa Vieja. It took a long time to make and I was pretty sure I had messed up on some parts of the recipe. I hoped Rafael appreciated it.

The door opened, "Y/n? Did you make something?"

"Yes. I made a Cuban dish that I found online," I came out of the kitchen.

He looked at my outfit, "Do you have anything on underneath that?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Damn. I was hoping you didn't," he kissed my cheek.

"Well if you play your cards right," I began to undo his tie, "You won't have to hope."

Rafael grabbed himself a plate and began to eat dinner. Guessing by how he did not say a single word to me, I can only assume I made dinner properly. I tasted it myself and was surprised by my cooking skills. We both finished our meal around the same time.

Rafael pushed his plate away, "That was amazing. Why did you do that?"

"I wanted to give back to you. I know that I have been acting like a lazy slob lately," I said.

"Really? You always beat yourself up. You went through a terrifying experience. You ended up in the hospital. Look, I have been talking with Liv-"

"What have you told her?" my eyes grew wide.

"Let me finish," he continued, "I have been talking with Liv about your behavior and attitude. We both agree that we think you should go to therapy."

I scoffed, "Therapy? If I can't tell you all that happened, what makes you think I will tell a random stranger? Plus, they will take my money to basically listen to me."

"And give you advice!" he tried to convince me, "Please just do this for me."

"You should be glad I love you," I pouted.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "I love you too. I feel really good right now. We have this trial in the bag, I have a full stomach filled with delicious food, and I have a woman who looks especially wonderful tonight."

"Yeah," I said, "We should do something about that."

I playfully got up and pushed his chair away from the table. I tossed the apron to the other side of the room and bent down closer to him. I felt renewed and wild. A thought came into my mind that made me even more excited.

I know Clark is not watching this time.

And with that, I pounced on Rafi and began a night filled with bliss and ecstasy.