“They say if the sky falls, he’ll hold it up for me. As long as I’m happy, that’s his greatest joy in life.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away, torturing myself with every word.
Sarah Johnson snatched the phone from my hands, furious.
“These two shameless bastards!”
“He’s cheating on you during your marriage and still has the audacity to frame you?”
“Rachel, choosing him was your biggest mistake from the start!”
“If only the man from the Hughes family…”
Realizing what she’d said, she quickly covered her mouth.
I gave a bitter smile.
“You’re right. The so-called dirt about the Hughes family overseas—that was fed to me by Jason Miller.”
“I trusted him so much I didn’t even bother to verify it.”
“Looking back now… maybe the truth was never what we thought it was.”
I took the phone back, only to see another post beneath it. This one was an obituary notice—an invitation from Emily Brooks’s family to her funeral. It was scheduled for tomorrow.
Thinking of that innocent, lively girl—her face slashed, yet still smiling with optimism—I felt a pang of guilt. I had failed her trust.
“Tomorrow I want to attend her funeral, to see her off one last time.”
Sarah nodded and urged me to be careful, before retreating to her bedroom for rest.
I didn’t sleep a wink that night. With dark circles under my eyes, I arrived at the funeral the next morning—only to run into Chloe Miller.
She was holding a basket of supplements, bowing deeply as she apologized to the grieving family.
“It was my fault for not listening to my brother. I should’ve stopped my sister-in-law from going out alone. If I’d been more careful, maybe this wouldn’t have happened…”
Her voice trembled with tears, her appearance pitiful. She even took the victim’s mother’s hand.
“Auntie, don’t worry. My brother promised he won’t shield his wife from punishment. The confession has already been signed. Just wait for my news—the murderer will face justice!”
Instead of anger, the family seemed touched by Chloe’s thoughtfulness, even thanking her.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I stormed forward and yanked her away.
“What are you doing here? What lies are you spewing?”
“You slashed her face yourself, and you killed her in that crash! What right do you have to show up at her funeral? Get out!”
But Chloe only cried harder at the sight of me.
“Sister-in-law, I know you can’t remember what you did when you’re unwell, but you can’t just falsely accuse me!”