The Seven Deadly Sins: Demon of Pride

*Eva's Flashback*

The sun shined through our Los Angeles apartment window; it was the first day of spring.
The smell of coffee and bacon surged through the house, only to find me in our bedroom, just waking for the day.
I smiled, and tossed back the covered in an attempt to get out of bed.
"Don't you even think about it, silly women," said a masculine voice from the doorway.
A strong jawed, dashing young man stood, still in his pajama pants, holding a plate of eggs, bacon, and biscuits, complete with a cup of fresh coffee.
"Oh, what is the occasion good sir?" I said, smiling from ear to ear.
"Well," he started, walking carefully making sure not to spill anything, "I know there is a certain young woman who turned 21 today," he said, smirking.
"Oh, and who might that be?" I asked, looking up into the dark eyes of this heavenly looking individual.
"That would be you, beautiful," he giggled, putting the tray down on the end table on my side of the bed, "Happy birthday, Angel baby."
"Oh," I wrapped my arms around his neck as he bent down to me. Our lips crashed together, and I closed my eyes, wishing I could live that moment forever, over and over again.
"Thank you, my love."
I smiled from ear to ear, and grabbed my plate of food from the tray, glancing around for his.
Before I could ask, he reappeared with his plate and we ate together, snuggled in bed on a Saturday morning.
"I love you, Evangeline Brookes," he whispered into my ear, and kissed my shoulder with his soft lips.

"I love you, too, Brody Robertson".

*flash forward 3 years*

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
My boyfriend of four years murderer his ex wife and her lesbian lover in cold blood.
I sat still, stoic and numb in the courtroom as I felt his gaze set upon me.
"I love you, Eva. I am so sorry," was all that escaped his mouth.
I couldn't even bare to look at him; he knew I was a detective. Hell, he knew I was the best damned detective in the area, yet he still killed Clarissa and Megan in cold blood.
I felt like I was going to be sick.
The jury came back into the courtroom and took their seats.
"Jurors, how do you find the defendant?" the judge asked.
The answer was simple, I thought to myself, brooding over the fact I could have married this man.
"We find the defendant Guilty of all charges."
"Brody Robertson, you are sentences to life in prison without the possibility of parole."

The court was adjourned, yet I sat still, watching the man I thought I knew wake out the doors near the front in shackles glancing back at me.

Fuck you, Brody. You are dead to me.

Notes

Sorry so short, but I had to add why this next adventure would be hardest for her at this point. Thanks for reading! Don't forget to subscribe and comment!