When my parents were on a mission abroad, they tragically died in an accident. Everyone said they had been bribed by the culprit and were traitors within the bureau.
I begged my fiancé, the police chief, to uncover the truth and clear their names. But instead, he proposed to the hostage he had rescued and held a grand wedding of the century.
Driven by cyberbullying, I went up to the rooftop, intending to prove my innocence with my death.”
At the critical moment, my fiancé’s older brother, a forensic expert, appeared and held me protectively in his arms.
He resolved all the public backlash for me and swore to clear my parents‘ names.§
I accepted his proposal and entrusted him with full authority over the murder case. But five years passed and there were still no leads. Then, on the day I found out I was pregnant, I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and a colleague.
“Martin, back then Jessie’s parents clearly had fatal wounds on their bodies. They didn’t die from falling. Why did you stop investigating? Don’t forget, you’re a forensic expert. Your duty is to speak for the dead and uncover the truth! Can you really live with yourself after this?“> Rachel was the only one at the crime scene and her fingerprints were found on the dagger. Why did you agree to let your brother marry her? You clearly knew Rachel wasn’t a hostage!“}
“Enough! I told you, Rachel is innocent. She took the knife to protect herself. She had nothing to do with Jessie’s parents‘ deaths. I believe her.”
In that instant, all the blood in my body turned cold.
It turned out that my parents‘ deaths were never an unsolved case. And my husband, the man I saw as my salvation, had been hiding the truth for her, for five whole years.
This marriage was no longer worth holding on to.
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“You’re insane! It’s one thing to save Rache!, but why did you let her stay in the house for five years? You made Jessie live under the same roof as the murderer of her parents, day and night. Did you ever think about how cruel that is to her? If she ever finds out, you’re finished!“} Martin’s expression turned cold in an instant and he slammed the table as he stood up.
“I told you, Rachel is not the murderer! She was just a hostage used by the real killer. What’s wrong with her being at the crime scene? The case is closed. Don’t bring it up again. I’ll do anything as long as Rachel is happy. As for Jessie… she’ll never find out. With me around, Rachel will always be safe.”
His colleague’s face was filled with disappointment and anger. “You’ve completely lost your mind! You’re the most talented forensic expert we have and you solved countiess cases at such a young age. How can you fall for Rachel’s lies? A hostage? What kind of hostage wears gold and jewels under the killer’s watch? You’ve let love blind you to the truth. You’ve even forgotten who you are! You fall in love with a murderer and you’re bound to face a bitter end!“}
Fury surged in Martin’s eyes. He slammed his hand down and flipped the table.}
“Enough! I said Rachel isn’t the killer! I don’t need you lecturing me on how to perform an autopsy! Don’t bring this up again. Worst case, if the truth comes out, I’ll go to jail in Rachel’s place.”
“You’re hopeless! Do whatever you want. I just hope you won’t regret it.”
At that moment, all the blood in my body ran cold.
Footsteps approached quickly and I fled in a panic back to my room, covering my mouth with all my strength just to stop myself from sobbing out loud.
Five years ago, my parents were sent abroad on a mission and tragically died in an accident.
Mark claimed he was afraid the shock would be too much for me to handle, so he refused to let me see them one last time.
Everyone said my parents had betrayed the organization and were killed by the culprit to silence them.N
The online abuse crushed me, driving me to the brink of a mental breakdown.
At one point, I even wanted to prove their innocence with my own death,
The moment I stepped onto the rooftop, ready to jump–it was Martin who saved me.
He held me tightly in his arms, shielding me from the world.
