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The face in the photo was unmistakably mine.
Derek clenched the picture in anger, slamming it down on the table as he glared at the
police, his eyes blazing.
“Is this some kind of joke? You’re showing me a doctored photo! What are you trying to pull?!
“I told you, my ex–wife ran off with the money. She’s not dead!”
A strange fire surged within him, and he couldn’t pinpoint why he felt this way. Seeing the body with my face ignited a fierce rage within him.
The police observed his every move, searching for any cracks in his composure.
“Derek, while our technology isn’t flawless, there’s a 95% chance that this victim is your
ex–wife.”
Derek paced the interrogation room, breathing heavily as frustration boiled over.
“That woman is so manipulative. She wouldn’t die even if the world ended! You must be
mistaken!”
Suddenly, he stopped and shot a sharp look at the officers.
“Now I see! You’re trying to pin this on me, using fake photos to trick me!
“Do you think I’ll believe that?”
In a fit of rage, he ripped the photo apart, letting the pieces scatter in the air.
They drifted through my spirit before falling to the ground.
Even at this moment, he couldn’t accept that I was gone.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. To him, I was just another woman who would abandon him
in hard times.
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He had once sworn that he would trust me completely and protect me from hom
Yet, the moment Vanessa entered the scene, that trust began to sbatter
“Derek, please watch your language. This is a police station, and we need you to cooperate with our investigation!”
Finally, he managed to calm down enough to sit again, determination etched on his foce.
“Officers, you don’t know Eva. She’s cold–hearted and capable of anything!) wouldn’t be
surprised if she’s the one who killed that victim just to mess with me!”
His claims grew more outrageous, and my heart ached at the betrayal.
In his desperate attempt to protect Vanessa, he was willing to sacrifice me.
The officers exchanged glances before continuing, “Since you know Eva well, you should be
familiar with her physical traits. Did she have any injuries or distinctive marks?”
Derek, feeling cornered, replied impatiently, “How would I know? I stopped caring about her a
long time ago!”
The police placed a report in front of him.
“The eighth and ninth ribs of the deceased were broken during her lifetime. This suggests she
suffered from violence or severe impact.”
Derek paused, instinctively repeating, “Broken ribs…”
“Exactly! We looked into Eva’s medical records from five years ago. She was hospitalized for
fractures in those ribs. As her husband, you should know this very well.”
He fell silent, confusion crossing his face.
Watching him, I found it almost amusing.
When I had been wrongfully accused of harming Vanessa, he had kicked me hard enough to
break my ribs.
Afterward, when I called him from the hospital, he had scoffed, “Eva, you think I broke your ribs with just a little kick? You must think I’m an easy mark!”
