My Husband Used My Father's Life to Clear His Name

"Conscience? In the face of the evidence, how dare you talk to me about conscience?"

The video was not clear, and in the dim lighting, a man wearing a duckbill cap cornered Tiffany in an alley.

The man's clothes looked exactly like the clothes Daniel wore as he delivered meals on weekends.

But he was long gone.

"Mason, the video is so blurry that we can't even tell if it's my dad. Are you blinded by your lover domination?"

The pain in my heart had reached its limit, leaving me numb. In the end, all that was left was resentment, despite the love I once had.

A trace of confusion flashed across his face, and Tiffany spoke.

"Skylar, I don't have to hold Mr. Mitchell responsible. I just want to ask him to let me go and stop following me. I'm afraid..."

She cowered, her face showing the lingering fear and trepidation.

Mason's anger was aroused again. "Don't you want to tell me? Then, I'll find him myself!"

He took out his cell phone and called Daniel directly. The ringing sound came from my body.

Then, Mason stretched out his hand toward me and moved closer and closer.

"Give me."

I stepped back, looking at him hatefully.

However, he suddenly stretched out his leg and kicked me in the stomach, causing a sharp and intense pain that engulfed my entire body.

Tiffany stepped forward, snatched the urn from my hand, and lifted the cloth.

"Ah!"

She screamed and threw the urn in her hand to the ground.

The urn broke into pieces in an instant, and the ashes were scattered all over the ground.

"What the hell is this? It's so unlucky!"

The pain in my body instantly disappeared, and all I could see was the gray floor beneath me.

I rolled and crawled, trying to collect the ashes, but Mason grabbed my hair tightly.

"Tell me, where is Daniel?"

I seemed oblivious to it all, murmuring under my breath, "Dad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

"Okay, you don't want to say it, right?"

Suddenly, Mason turned around and winked at the bodyguards, who came forward and pinned me to the ground.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me! Daniel loves you the most. I'm sure after seeing the video of you being humiliated, he will come to me obediently!"

An ominous feeling came over me.

"Mason, you bastard, what do you want to do?"

He nodded and ordered the bodyguards to hold me down against Daniel's ashes, tearing at my clothes.

"Mason, may you have a miserable life!

"I hate you! I curse you to go to hell for eternity!"

He stood aside coldly and even turned on the video on his mobile phone.

Behind me, Tiffany smirked with a triumphant smile, silently mouthing the word "whore" towards me.

I struggled hard. How could I be...

But I was alone and weak and couldn't break free.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, regretting why I had asked Daniel to adopt Mason all those years ago.

If he hadn't adopted Mason, Daniel would still be alive and well, and I might have an ordinary and happy family.

Seeing that I was lifeless and no longer struggling, Mason signaled them to stop.

He came up and slapped me in the face with his cold phone.

"Skylar, tell Daniel that if you don't come and apologize to Tiffany within three days, the whole world will see your erotic video!"