After this incident, Eden realized his unshakable position in Monica’s heart. He also began to consider getting rid of me and becoming Mr. Johnson.
After listening to their conversation, I was stunned, as if struck by a bolt from the blue. Tears streamed down my face.
After the company stabilized, Monica used her love to coerce me into stepping down from management and staying home to take care of the children.
Our happy times didn’t last long. She began to frequently leave early and return late.
She had a strange smell of cigarettes and several ambiguous red marks appeared on her neck.
When I questioned her, she would always say, “Theodore, you’re overthinking it. I work and socialize for you and the children.”
If I asked a few more questions, Monica would lose her temper. She said I was plagued by low self-esteem and was constantly suspicious. I felt like I was bored at home and didn’t appreciate her hard work.
But it turned out… all suspicions had a basis. All betrayals were hidden in these tiny details.
I finally understood why Monica didn’t investigate and simply assumed I’d run away with the money.
That was because unfaithful people saw no loyalty in anyone! The heartache brought me to the brink of collapse. Just then, an unexpected phone call shattered the peace.
It was Anna, her voice frantic. “The autopsy results are in. The deceased was 25 years old, 180cm tall and had been dead for more than four years. We’ve already done a DNA comparison with missing persons. Monica, this case is extremely serious. Our initial inference is that it’s either a vendetta or a perverted attempt at social retaliation.”
“The deceased’s appearance is very similar to Eden’s and the crime scene is very close to your company. Therefore, during this period, you must protect Eden and don’t let him go out alone.”
Hearing this, Monica’s expression suddenly became serious and she made repeated promises.
I stood aside. Sadness mixed with amusement. A sister, my blood relative. A wife who had been with me through thick and thin. They showed no concern for me, their murdered relative.
But they spent all day huddling around the murderer, asking about his well-being. The body’s appearance matched mine perfectly. And yet no one cared. No one even asked if it was me.