Revenge On My Deceptive Bride

from the edge of despair. He held up another evidence bag. This one contained a few strands of hair.

turn. It was the "irrefutable proof" that had sealed my fate, convincing the jury and turn

from me in a prison visiting room. His eyes, once so full of pride, were filled with a shattered, hollow look of disappointment. He had believed them. My mother had fallen

d not let that happen again. I would not let these people destroy my family. I would not let Chloe, that venomou

ife's downfall. I had been so blind, so consumed by my own innocence that I never sto

urned out to be incompetent. Her subtle ways of isolating me from my family, telling me they needed space,

r, started ringing. The screen lit up with a picture of Chloe, s

r," I said, my vo

the call and hel

e was a perfect symphony of panic and concern. It was a masterful perf

loe," I said,

stayed home! I was so worried when you ran out." Her words were a twisted tapestry of lies, each one designed

one, but in my hyper-vigilant st

w. We'll get this all sorted out. They can't hold you for more th

wyer, a cop, or... someone who had meticulously planned a crime and needed to know the exact timeline for the next phase of their plan. She wasn't just reacting to the news, she was exe

f it, and they couldn't do it if I was home. My sudden departure from the apartment hadn't ruined their plan; it had been a gift. It ga

, sharp point of certainty. I was done be

, my eyes burning with an intensity

phone still broadcasting Chloe's fake concern. "She's the one who