girl was just trying to protect herself. We didn’t know each other, but I can testify she was with me the [That night in the hotel, that entire time. We were on the 12th floor, and she never left my sight–not for a single second after 9 p.m.]
ame completely.
‘s public statement cleared my i
His fans, who had been camped outside our house, finally quieted down. His words carried more weight than anything I could’ve said myself.
The only ones who refused to leave were the victims‘ families. They clung to their grief and rage, besieging our gate like a curse that wouldn’t lift.
But my mother’s condition was rapidly declining.
We had no choice that we had to get her to a hospital.
I carefully helped her into the backseat and drove toward the garage exit.
But the moment the gate opened, they swarmed us.
“Murderer! And you’re still driving?”
“Move! I need to take my mom to the hospital!”
“You’re not going anywhere until the real killer is found!”
We were locked in a standoff. Grieving families blocked the road. Tensions exploded.
They flipped the car in a terrifying surge of collective anger. My mother was thrown violently onto the pavement.
I dropped to my knees, sobbing, begging for help.
“She didn’t do anything wrong! Please just let me get her to the hospital. I swear, I’m not running away!”
Finally, the female officer arrived with backup. They pulled us out of the chaos and rushed my mom to emergency care.
On the ride back to the precinct, she gave me a grin full of satisfaction.
“We found the DNA,” she said. “Just like you guessed. The driver adjusted the mirror–and her lipstick left a mark. It’s a perfect match for Judith Miller.”
My heart nearly burst from my chest.
She went on, gently reassuring me. “She and your boyfriend have both been brought in for questioning. You’re this close to being cleared.”
I sat on edge the whole e way, my nerves stretched tight.
When we arrived at the station, I could already hear Judith’s hysterical screams from inside.
“It wasn’t me! I never even sat in her car! She’s framing me!”
She was losing it, screaming like a cornered animal, insisting she’d been wronged.
After relentless pressure from the officers, she finally cracked,
“I was just jealous she had a fancy car!” she wailed. “I just wanted to drive it around for a bit. I didn’t know I’d hit anyone!”
The lead detective slammed his hand on the table.
“You hit people, and your instinct was to flee? Do you even realize what you did? Those people didn’t die on impact–they were dragged to death. Have you seen the photos? Their bodies were torn apart. And you ran?”
Judith went silent, staring blankly at the evidence. She wet herself.
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Meanwhile, Bay sat cool and collected in another room, arms crossed like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“What?” he said with a scoff. “I didn’t know anything. What does this have to do with me? Spinning a few rumors about my ex isn’t a crime, is it?”
His father, Leonard Clark, held considerable political clout in the city. Bay clearly thought himself untouchable.
“You made false statements and tampered with evidence. That is a crime,” the officer warned.
Bay only smirked. “What’s the worst that could happen? A slap on the wrist? My dad can fix anything.”
He thought that just because he hadn’t been in the car, nothing could touch him.
The female officer turned to me.
“He pinned the whole thing on you without blinking,” she said. “Now he acts like it’s no big deal. Do you have anything that can tie him to this directly? Because I refuse to believe Judith acted alone.”
I did too. That night, Judith taking
my car, the collision, and deliberately dressing like me, none of it was accidental.
How could she have known to impersonate me in advance unless someone had planted the idea? She wasn’t psychic.
Judith was officially charged with vehicular manslaughter and fleeing the scene. She was detained immediately.
Bay, lacking direct evidence, walked free.
I wasn’t done. I requested a meeting with him.
We met at a nearby café.
He sauntered in with that smug, effortless arrogance that had once blinded me.
“I just want to know,” I said coldly, “what I did to you that made you wish me dead?”
Bay stirred his coffee like this was any other casual morning.
“You?” he scoffed. “Who says I had to marry you? That’s enough to make anyone bitter.”
