But I never expected that on the very day the shares were being transferred and signed, the police put handcuffs on me.
Chapter 7
“Miria, you were closely involved with James at the mental hospital, thinking you could get away with it? James already confessed everything. He said it was you who ordered him to get revenge and kill Amy.”
“Antonio, look, it’s all her doing.”
Evelyn’s gaze was dark, fixed on the share agreement.
Suddenly, she swiped everything off the desk, letting coffee spill over the documents.
She laid out all my activities at the mental hospital and James‘ confession.
My breath caught, and I clenched my fists.
I stared hard at the words on the confession as the police led me away.
“Miría, how did you end up like this? Julia is still a child. You can’t blame her for Amy’s death.””
Antonio, his face cold, followed me.
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He looked at me like I was a stranger, offering no help..
I looked at him, filled with contempt, and laughed bitterly.
But as I laughed, tears began to flow from the corners of my eyes.
“Stop pretending to be righteous. So what if it was me? Her daughter can live, so my daughter is supposed to die?”
“Julia is a demon. She would do anything to take everything from Amy. Didn’t you see the video? She set Amy’s clothes on fire with the fireworks.”
I screamed in a rage, completely losing the graceful image I once had.
Antonio’s face grew tense. He was afraid the police might catch on to something.
Panicking, he quickly covered my mouth and helped the police shove me into the squad car.
Before I left, he even shouted loudly on purpose.
“I should’ve known your PTSD wasn’t cured. I shouldn’t have taken you out of the mental hospital. You’re a crazy woman, babbling nonsense all the time.”
After I had been locked up for a week, Evelyn came to see me, holding a signed divorce agreement.
“Sign it.”
She arrogantly tossed the document in my face.
She wore the custom–made high heels I had bought abroad and the stylish suit she had taken from my closet.
I turned my gaze away from her.
I didn’t even glance at the agreement, coldly saying, “I won’t sign.”
I hadn’t died yet, but Antonio had already let her into our house.
I wasn’t going to let these two get away with it.
I no longer wanted Antonio, but now wasn’t the time for divorce.
Slap!
Evelyn, her face turning pale with fury, slapped me hard.
She grabbed my collar, and her once beautiful, noble face twisted into something grotesque.
“If you don’t sign, you think you’ll ever leave here? I’ll make sure you suffer worse than death in here.”
“Evelyn, try me!”
I went crazy and grabbed her by the neck, shaking her violently.
This caught the attention of the police officers outside and Antonio.
“Miria, you really are hopeless!”
He carefully protected Evelyn.
He forcefully pried my hand away, almost breaking and distorting my fingers.
When they separated us, I was still yelling angrily.
“Don’t think I don’t know Julia is your daughter, Antonio. God sees everything, and our daughter is up there watching you.”
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“You know?”
Antonio’s gaze immediately shifted; his face filled with panic as if his hidden secrets had been exposed.
But he still tried to maintain a calm appearance.
“Since you know, I won’t hide it from you anymore. Julia is indeed mine and Evelyn’s child. Out of consideration for your feelings, I never allowed her to officially acknowledge me as her father.
“So, to make it up to Julia, I’ve been a little kinder to her. I never expected that, because of her unintentional mistake, you would go so far as to harm her. Miria, from now on, you’ll be in prison, repenting your sins.”
But he forgot I had a history of mental illness.
The police had no choice but to send me and James back to the psychiatric hospital, where I was kept under strict supervision.
Chapter 8
Upon learning that I hadn’t been imprisoned, Evelyn was furious.
She kept coming to the mental hospital to see me.
“Miria, look at this. So what if Julia is dead? Antonio, to comfort me, has given me all of Amy’s shares.”
She flaunted Amy’s shares in front of me.
Antonio’s signature on them stabbed at my heart like a knife.
Evelyn stood there, savoring the expression of discomfort on my face. She smiled as she pulled up a video for me to watch.
“Take a look at this.”
The video showed footage from the cemetery.
Someone had poured waste on Amy’s gravestone.
Evelyn stood in front of the tombstone, cursing and insulting Amy.
“Evelyn, you’ll get your comeuppance!”
My face changed, and I screamed, lunging toward her.
The staff rushed in from the door and quickly restrained me.
