He Killed His Wife and Framed Me for It

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Damian saw it, and a flicker of triumph crossed his eyes.

He clamped down on my wrist and hauled me toward the crashed car.

I locked my jaw, threw my whole body into it, and gripped the door handle for dear life.

Held my ground by sheer force, refusing to give an inch.

"What are you doing?!"

"This is illegal, what you're doing!"

"I already told you! I'm just a vet, I can't save people!"

Right then, a shout went up from the crowd.

"Everyone, hold on! The people in the livestream already dug up everything on her!"

Every movement stopped.

Countless eyes swung onto me.

The man held his phone up and read out loud to the crowd:

"She really is a vet, no lie! You can find her animal hospital online!"

At that, the onlookers wavered for a second.

But the next moment, his tone turned.

"But she did her undergrad in clinical medicine!"

"She only switched to veterinary medicine in grad school!"

"And the school she graduated from is a top medical university!"

"Her emergency skills are more professional than most doctors! She is one hundred percent capable of saving people!"

The second those words landed, the whole scene exploded.

An even fiercer wave of condemnation came crashing in.

"Oh my God! So she refused on purpose!"

"She can clearly save them, but she hides behind this vet excuse! What a vicious heart!"

"She's got the skill to save a life and just watches a mother and baby die. What kind of person does that?"

"Someone like this doesn't deserve to be a doctor. She has no basic decency at all!"

Under the storm of accusations, the triumph in Damian's eyes nearly spilled over.

He wrenched my fingers off, hard.

Before I could fight back, my whole body was being dragged forward.

The ground scraped against my skin.

Left a streak of bright red blood.

"I will not treat her! There is no way I'm touching her!"

I screamed through gritted teeth, fighting with everything I had to break loose.

But Damian's strength was terrifying.

Step by step he dragged me toward that mangled car.

Closer to the abyss that could ruin the rest of my life.

The onlookers even parted on their own to open a path.

They stared me down, waiting for me to see my error, repent, and go save the victim.

Just as he was about to shove me into the car,

a burst of urgent sirens sounded not far off.

Several police motorcycles broke through the traffic, racing toward us.

The traffic officers directed the cars with practiced ease, carving out an emergency lane by force.

The police and an ambulance came right behind, pulling to a steady stop in front of us.

The clamor cut off all at once.

In the instant Damian froze, stunned.

I threw him off with everything I had and stumbled toward the officers.

"Officer! Help!"

Two officers caught hold of me at once.

"Easy, what happened here? How is the injured person?"

I gasped for air.

"Officer! I think the pregnant woman has been dead for a while already!"

"These people dragged me by force to make me save her, trying to pin all the blame on me!"

Right then, the paramedics rushed toward the crashed car with a stretcher.

Damian's face went white.

He lunged forward on instinct, throwing his arms wide to block them.

"No! You can't touch my wife!"

"She's badly hurt, you can't just move her! If something goes wrong…"

An officer beside him stopped him at once.

"Please, don't worry. These are trained emergency responders."

As he spoke, the paramedics had already pulled open the passenger door.

Leaned in to check the injuries.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final word.

The next second, a paramedic's muffled cry came from inside the crashed car.