After My Husband and Daughter Were Burned to Death

"What on earth are you babbling about? I have no lovers!" I exclaimed.

"Didn't you confide in me about your new love, your desire to marry him, and Mitchell's reluctance to divorce you?

"You even said that even if Mitchell agreed to a divorce, you wanted all of his property, and you saw Poppy as nothing but a burden. You said it would be perfect if both of them just disappeared. You wanted to be rid of them."

Fury boiled within me, and I raised my hand to slap Alice. "Preposterous! When have I ever uttered such monstrous words?"

Alice clutched her cheek, tears welling in her eyes. "Those were your exact words, and now you deny them! Quinn, I never imagined you to be so cruel, to murder your husband and daughter for the sake of a new love. I thought it was idle talk, but you've actually gone through with it! They are your family. Poppy is just a child, your own flesh and blood, born from your womb. How could you even think of harming her?"

My temples throbbed with rage. "Alice, I've always treated you with kindness. Why would you slander me?"

Alice was my sister by blood. We were adopted into separate families from a young age, only to be reunited four years ago.

To compensate for the years we spent apart, I had always gone out of my way to fulfill her requests, almost without exception.

In a single year, I lavishly spent thirty million dollars on her.

But she turned venomous, weaving lies that unleashed a torrent of cyberbullying upon me, which ultimately led to the heartbreaking demise of my adoptive parents.

"Quinn, you should just confess. Perhaps the police will show leniency if they see your remorse," Alice said.

"I had nothing to do with the fire, and there is no new love!" I retorted.

"Stop lying, Quinn. I have intimate photos of you and that man on my phone. You sent them to me. Do you want me to show them to everyone?"

As she spoke, Alice pulled out her phone, retrieving a photo and thrusting it into the air for all to see. "Everyone, take a look! This is my sister with her lover!"

The faces in those photos bore an uncanny resemblance to mine, but I knew I had never taken those pictures.

"Where did you get that? Do you think you can slander me with photoshopped images?"

"This isn't fake. The police are here. I can have them verify it!"

Alice seized me. Her tears flew as she pleaded, "Quinn, stop being so stubborn! You've made a grave mistake; don't compound it with another! If you just confess to the police now, we can face the judge together and plead for a lighter sentence."

I shrugged her off. "I've committed no crime. Why should I admit to anything? Your slander is unfounded. What do you truly want?"

"Lying won't save you from justice. The evidence is undeniable. Refuse to admit it, and you'll only face harsher punishment."

I pushed past her. "I have no time for your nonsense. I need to be at the hospital with Mitchell and Poppy."

Alice trailed behind. "You're planning to flee, aren't you? After such a devastating fire and explosion, everyone must be dead. How could Mitchell and Poppy be in the hospital? We might not even find their bodies!"

"How can you be so certain? Were you there when it happened?" I questioned.

"I wasn't, but it's obvious!"

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. They're alive and in the hospital."

Mitchell and Poppy were in the ICU, where I hardly reached them.

Upon seeing the police, the attending doctor spoke urgently, "The male patient with burns is still lucid. He's been insisting on calling the police, claiming his wife started the fire to kill him and his daughter!"

Alice instantly yelled, "Mitchell has accused you himself. What more do you have to say? Arrest her, police! She deserves the death penalty for her heinous crimes!"