After My Daughter's Death, My Husband and His Lover End Up in Jail

After watching the video of the incident, I knew everything.

Mia was driving Stephen's car. Harley thought it was Stephen. She rushed over excitedly, but Mia hit her and ran away.

"What's ridiculous is that Harley thought it was her father who had been in the car until she died. She smiled, saying it's not his fault."

"Stephen, her daddy, abandoned her and stayed with the woman who had killed her!"

Stephen lied to me, telling me that he had sent the car for repairs, but it turned out he had lent it to Mia.

After Harley's death, my father took Stephen to the hospital by force.

...

He was covered in mud. His face was bruised all over. My father grabbed him and restrained him.

He was no longer the majestic and great lawyer usually.

Stephen saw me. Looking guilty, he said, "Chloe, I'm sorry. I didn't know..."

I didn't respond.

I slapped him.

Stephen wanted to argue further, saying, "Chloe, believe me. My phone ran out of battery. I didn't see the messages you sent."

I looked at him indifferently, saying, "What about Mia?"

Stephen became anxious, saying, "It has nothing to do with her. She didn't know that person was Harley. It was an accident."

At this point, he was protecting Mia. A sense of desolation surged in my heart.

While we were speaking, Mia rushed out from somewhere and stood in front of him.

Her eyes were filled with tears. Looking both pitiful and brave, she said, "Chloe, if you have any grievances, come at me. It has nothing to do with Stephen."

I sneered.

"I'm looking for you!"

Amidst her exclamation, I grabbed her hair and slammed her head hard against the bedpost.

The intense pain made her scream.

Stephen looked shocked, intending to go forward to check on her. My father stopped him.

I grabbed her head and banged it against the wall a few more times.

Blood was dripping down her forehead.

Her face turned pale.

For a moment, I eagerly wanted to kill her.

"I can tolerate her taking away Stephen, but Harley is my life. Whoever touches her will die!"

Mia knelt on the ground, continuously pleading and begging for forgiveness. She said, "I'm sorry, Chloe. It wasn't intentional. Harley suddenly rushed out. I couldn't step on the brake in time."

"I know that saying anything now is useless. I'm willing to double your losses."

"Compensation?"

I sneered,

"Okay!"

I looked down at her, saying indifferently, "Give me your life as compensation!"