Chapter 7
Hearing the officer’s words, Matthew and Victoria, who had been so confident just moments ago, were suddenly at a complete loss.
“That’s impossibler“]
They said in unison, then joined the crowd in watching the surveillance footage intently.
In the footage, every day after I returned home from work, I could be seen caring for my daughter, showering her with
attention
My daughter was clearly very attached to me, laughing with me as we sat on the couch together. Her favorite thing was to snuggle up in my arms while we watched TV.
The scenes were peaceful and loving, with no sign of any tension or conflict
The onlookers were dumbfounded.
“What’s going on here? Didn’t her husband and friend say she was violent and abusive toward her daughter?”
“This looks totally normal. Honestly, she seems like a better mom than mine!“]
“Yeah, and her daughter obviously loves her. Nothing adds up.”
“How could everything they said be so completely different from what we’re seeing?”
The tide began to turn, and the livestream chat was filled with question marks.
The atmosphere, once filled with insults directed at me, was now th
Victoria.
thick with doubt, focused instead on Matthew and
Both of them stood there, stunned. They, more than anyone, wanted to know what was happening.
In my previous life, they had used that same surveillance footage to frame me as a murderer, cementing my place in public shame and hatred. It was that footage that led to my unjust death.
But this time, things weren’t going as they had planned.]
Matthew stood frozen for a moment before snapping out of it. He turned to the body on the ground, his voice rising in
agitation:
“But my daughter was really beaten to the point of miscarriage! Her body was covered in bruises! You can do an autopsy: to confirm!”
“If her mother wasn’t beating her, why would she have killed herself?”
The crowd, momentarily swayed by the surveillance footage, started nodding in agreement again.
“Yeah, if she didn’t abuse het daughter, then why would her daughter leave a message for her best friend and set herself on fire?”
“That’s true. And she doesn’t seem upset at all. What kind of mother wouldn’t be devastated?“]
“Just look at her face–cold and emotionless. She’s definitely not innocent.“]
Matthew’s words reignited the crowd’s anger, once again turning them against me.
The livestream chat was now filled with insults and accusations, just like before.
But I remained calm, not reacting to the renewed wave of hatred
I turned to the police and said firmly, “Officer, since my husband claims my daughter was covered in bruises from my abuse, I ask that you conduct a thorough examination.“[]
The police nodded and called in the medical examiner to perform a detailed examination of the body.]
Seeing this, Matthew and Victoria’s smug expressions returned.
After all, in my previous life, the autopsy had indeed shown multiple fractures and injuries from beatings
They were confident that this time would be no different–that the evidence would condemn me again.]
But after a thorough examination, the medical examiner calmly announced.]
“Other than the burns from the fire, there are no signs of physical trauma on the body. The deceased shows no evidence of having been beaten.”
The examiner’s conclusion left everyone in shock once more.
hole time?“]
“What’s going on? Were they lying the whole
“Yeah, they claimed she was beaten every day, but there’s no evidence in the footage or on the body. These two have been playing us for fools!”
The crowd erupted in confusion, unsure what to believe.]]
Suddenly, Victoria’s face turned pale.[]
In a panic, she knelt down beside the body, desperately examining the hands of the corpse.
Her eyes landed on a gold bracelet, and in that moment, she looked as though she had been struck by lightning.
Trembling, she stammered.
“How… how could this be?”
“No, this isn’t possible!”
Her face drained of color, and her legs gave out as she collapsed to the ground.
For a few moments, she was in shock, before she broke down, clutching the body and sobbing uncontrollably.
The crowd watched, more bewildered than ever.
“What’s happening? Why does she look like she’s grieving for her own child?”
“What is going on here?”]
Amid the crowd’s murmurs, my assistant appeared, leading someone toward the scene.
When the crowd saw who it was, every pair of eyes widened in disbelief.
