I Made Sure My Criminal Fiance Stays In Jail

After my crimes, I surrendered myself to the police.

My fiance rushed over and questioned me, “You didn’t steal anything, so why’re you admitting it?!”

I spread my hands. I decided to spend the rest of my life in prison.

In my previous life, my fiance’s childhood sweetheart, Selene, had caused trouble everywhere after she returned to her home country.

First, she stole things from a mall. Then, she dined and dashed.

Finally, she ran a red light and killed someone.

The mall manager, the restaurant owner, and the victim’s family all cornered me.

I was puzzled. Why did they come after me for the things Selene did?

Later, they accused me in front of the police of stealing, dining and dashing, and committing a hit-and-run. Apparently, they had mistaken me for Selene.

But Selene and I looked nothing alike.

I requested the surveillance footage as proof of their claims.

The footage somehow showed that I was the one who had stolen things, dined and dashed, and committed a hit-and-run.

My denial was useless without evidence. The footage, on the other hand, was foolproof.

The victim’s family stabbed me to death out of rage.

Even as I died, I could not understand why all the crimes Selene committed ended up becoming mine.

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the very day Selene stole things from the mall.

“Lydia, what’re you doing? You clearly didn’t do anything wrong, so why are you surrendering yourself to the police?”

I looked up and saw a familiar face. My boyfriend, Gilbert, looked frustrated.

In the face of his questions, I looked at him innocently.

“Gilbert, what’re you talking about? I don’t understand what you mean.

“When we make a mistake, we should admit it. We should always take accountability and correct our wrongs. How can you tell me to go back on my confession?”

Inside the detention room, the police heard my words. He glared unhappily at Gilbert.

He knocked on the table. “Buddy, your way of thinking is wrong.

“The surveillance footage is proof that Lydia stole bread from the mall. Besides, she has confessed to her crimes. With both evidence and a confession in place, how can you attempt to persuade her to evade her crimes?”

Upon hearing the police’s righteous words, Gilbert burned with rage.

He stared at me in disbelief and pounded hysterically on the glass of the detention room.

“Lydia, are you mad?!

“You have millions in assets! Why would you ever steal bread that costs only $10? Are you out of your mind?!”

No matter what he said, I looked down and acted like I could not hear him.

Gilbert was practically seething at this point.

He raised his voice and asked me again, “Lydia, I’ll ask you one more time. Are you coming out with me or not?

“Let me tell you this, my parents definitely won’t allow me to marry a woman with a criminal record!”

Despite his threat, I shook my head with teary eyes.

“Gilbert, even then, I won’t leave.

“If your parents refuse to accept me as their daughter-in-law because I dared to admit my mistakes, then perhaps we aren’t meant to be together.”

Gilbert found my words disgusting. He did not want to say another word to me.

He glared at me before turning around and leaving grudgingly.

Watching his back as he left, I could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

In my previous life, Gilbert’s childhood sweetheart, Selene, had returned to the country.

Upon her return, Gilbert’s heart instantly turned to her.

I had known Gilbert for a decade, but Selene’s presence made me look like a fool.

Gilbert and I had reached the stage of thinking about our marriage. But when I saw how devoted Gilbert was to Selene, I decided to step aside and let him be with her. After all, I was not the kind of woman who would beg and pester a man to be with her.

Just then, it was revealed that Selene was a thief. She stole things from the mall, dined and dashed, and even committed a hit-and-run that ended up killing someone.

Out of good intentions, I told Gilbert that Selene should surrender herself to the police. That way, she might be able to get a lighter sentence.

But Gilbert stared at me as though I was mentally ill. “Lydia, what are you talking about? You’re the one who did it! What does any of that have to do with Selene?”