Chapter 23

Angela’s life came apart over the next few hours, just as they had done thirteen years earlier. She felt it odd how similar it felt, despite the vast gulf of the “sins” committed.

The evidence against her was overwhelming. She insisted that Dilan was innocent and in any event she could not be traced. There was DNA evidence, fingerprints and the video evidence as well. Angela could not believe it as she relived, in the police interrogation room, the secret videoing, and the release of the footage online. She again thought back to how the police in London had laughed at her over this, and now the police were grimly serious about it now they could use it against her for a murder conviction.

The case went to trial and became famous. Somehow, the footage at Pembroke’s villa leaked out and became widely available on the internet, and along with the 2011 movies, Maria Yildiz/Angela Candelema became famous all over again. This time, on newspapers, TV and social media.

Dilan was identified from the footage. She was not arrested but instead became a minor celebrity from the infamy. Revelling in the London nightlife she began dating reality stars before returning to Spain where she eventually married a footballer and settled down.

After the trial, Angela was given ten years in prison. The proceeds of the estate were cancelled, and Angela’s money was seized by the same lawyers who had given her the money. Angela’s mother lost everything, and moved to anonymity in inner city Barcelona. Angela’s ex husband re appeared from Turkey, and after failing to get any of the money, took Yasmin from Angela’s mother and brought her to Turkey to live with him.

Angela entered the women’s prison as a celebrity. Looking at herself in the mirror, she wondered about the fateful encounters with Edward Pembroke, and how it had switched her lives. The young beautiful Angela was long gone. She had put on weight, the trial had brought new lines to her face, and new strands of grey hair were now showing.

She was shown to her new cell, and her cellmate, a tough looking butch lesbian with shaved hair and tattoos all over her body. She looked mean, but smiled wickedly when she saw Angela enter. As the door shut, Angela lay down, thinking of the ten long years ahead of her and how she could come back from this. She tried not to listen to the loud noises coming from the contraband phone of her new cellmate in her bunk. However, she was jolted back to reality, when she recognised the voice coming from the phone video as her own. “I want you to fuck me in the ass!” she heard her say, to Edward Pembroke, and looked up. Her cellmate was grinning at her, licking her lips at her, and winking. Angela sighed to herself. The funny thing was, she couldn’t even tell if the voice came from 2024 or 2011 anymore. Those moments would be with her always.