Chapter 2

As long as I didn't appear alone with Harvey at home tonight, I wouldn't fall into this conspiracy.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, took a deep breath, and suddenly pressed down hard on the gas pedal.

The car engine roared as it shot forward.

The car drove straight toward the heavy stone barriers on the side of the road and crashed into them with precision.

A deafening bang exploded, and the car body shook violently.

The next second, the airbag instantly deployed, protecting me firmly.

My head rested against the seat as intense dizziness swept over me.

My head felt like it had been struck hard with a hammer, incredibly foggy.

In moments, I felt warmth on my forehead as sticky liquid trickled down.

I could only vaguely see more and more people gathering around.

Some were holding up their phones, filming and making calls.

Several figures pushed through the crowd and walked quickly to the car.

"How are you? Can you hear us?" The traffic officer's voice came through the glass.

I opened my mouth but couldn't make any sound.

Soon, I was lifted onto a stretcher.

After confirming I was in the ambulance, I finally closed my eyes with relief and fell into brief unconsciousness.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor treated the wound on my head.

By this time, my consciousness had cleared up quite a bit.

I quietly opened my eyes, my gaze falling on the electronic clock on the wall.

It was exactly seven o'clock.

I closed my eyes again, telling myself I just needed to hold on for ten more minutes.

During this time, I learned about the original plot through the text messages.

It turned out Cooper and Shelly had been having an affair all along.

Cooper wanted me to leave the marriage with nothing, but he couldn't find a suitable reason.

Plus, Harvey had recently been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, and Cooper felt Harvey was a burden—both expensive and exhausting to care for.

So the two of them came up with this vicious plan.

After I was sent to court, Cooper cried his heart out, accusing me to the judge of constantly beating and verbally abusing Harvey, saying I had repeatedly wished for Harvey to die.

He successfully stirred up public sentiment, and thousands signed petitions demanding I pay with my life.

The police also presented surveillance footage from our building in court.

It clearly recorded me driving into the underground garage at 7 PM and taking the elevator to the tenth floor.

Neighbors on the same floor claimed they heard me cursing and beating Harvey inside the apartment.

Ten minutes later, there was a loud crash as Harvey fell from the balcony right on schedule and died on impact.

With all this evidence, I was sentenced to death on the spot.

And Cooper and Shelly not only got rid of Harvey, the big burden, and received a huge insurance payout, but also sent me to prison and seized all my assets.

Reading these messages, my entire body went cold.

So there had been two man-eating monsters lurking beside me all along.

Although I didn't know how they faked the scene or how they made it look like I cooperated so perfectly.

But right now, I could only wait patiently.