“You’re still in denial! Chloe is part of the Miller family. She has everything she could ever want—why would she target some intern who just joined the company?”
“If you apologize to her, drop the charges, and clear her name, I can get you out of this.”
He either didn’t know the truth or didn’t care what I said. Chloe had intentionally slashed Emily Brooks’s face in the stairwell—just because she spoke to Jason at a meeting. I only wanted to stand up for the victim, but in his eyes, that became my crime.
In five years of marriage, this wasn’t the first time Jason ignored me for Chloe.
Once, when we were on a date in the suburban mountains, Chloe called, claiming she was being harassed at a bar in Manhattan. Jason immediately abandoned me, driving off to rescue her.
I trudged twenty kilometers down a rain-soaked mountain trail. When my phone finally regained signal, his first call wasn’t to check on me—it was to demand I pick her up from the police station.
Normally calm and detached, Jason would repeatedly make exceptions for Chloe. He knew the best solution was to seek forgiveness, but he still raged about breaking someone’s leg.
And so it went, countless times.
In our marriage, there were always three people.
As long as Chloe frowned, I had to step aside.
I stared at the resolute man before me, his voice from our proposal echoing in my ears.
“You’ll be a lawyer, and I’ll be your strongest support—clearing every obstacle on your path to truth and justice.”
I never imagined that, in the end, the biggest obstacle to my pursuit of justice would be my own husband.
Without another glance at me, Jason Miller carried the gifts he had bought for Chloe and got into his car. At that moment, my heart completely died.
I dialed a number. When Sarah Johnson picked up, her gasp was immediate.
“You’re kidding, right? The news online—about the hit-and-run… is it true?”
“How could it be? You’ve known me for ten years, Sarah. I, Rachel Evans, have always despised lawbreakers. The news is fake. But Jason signed the confession in my name, even claimed I was mentally ill. I can’t even appeal now… my only option is through him.”
“It sounds complicated. Forget it, let’s meet in person.”
Because of the online harassment, I couldn’t appear in public. Whenever I did, I was immediately surrounded by insults.