My Marriage was to Cover up My Wife's Crimes

The day before the wedding, my brother, Edmund Forrester, drove his car and killed my dad. Not only did his fiancée not blame him, but she also showed her marriage license to him.

I took Edmund to court. I also made a scene at the wedding to make him pay for his life, but I became the laughingstock of the crowd.

At the moment of despair, my childhood sweetheart, Elizabeth Emberlyn, told me that she loved me. It made me propose to her in public at that moment. Elizabeth also promised that she would be the harbour of my life.

I agreed with her. I gave my fiancée full authority over the car accident case. I believed Elizabeth when she said Edmund was in jail. But the third year after the wedding, I accidentally heard her conversation with the lawyer.

“Mrs. Elizabeth, did you marry Sebastian Cuthbert just for a letter of apology? It was just a car accident case. Why did you have to put yourself in the middle of it?’

“You don’t know about my plan. Only by getting married could I write the letter of apology for Sebastian Cuthbert in the name of his family in exchange for Edmund's freedom. It is enough for him to be happy abroad, as for me anything is fine.”

It turned out that the marriage that I regarded as salvation was nothing more than a carefully planned deception. That letter of apology in my name and Edmund's freedom was what she sought in her heart. The person who should leave was me.

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In the office, Elizabeth looked at Edmund's photos on the computer from abroad. She smiled heartbreakingly and regretfully.

“It's been three years, Edmund. It’s enough to see you happy. Even if your happiness is not given to me. As for Sebastian, I have used the second half of my life to make up for him, this matter is over.”

The company's legal affairs were furious, but there was nothing they could do with her. “Mrs. Elizabeth, the company is not easy to develop now. How can you joke about a murder case? If this matter is discovered by a rival company, not only you, but all of the Emberlyn Family's properties will have to be lost.”

“I’m not joking at all. I have a perfect plan to solve this mess.”

“It’s the reality that we face now, Mrs. Elizabeth. It's also a fact that Mr. Edmund intentionally killed someone. Why do you need to get involved in this mess? He doesn't love you at all!”

Elizabeth's face went cold. Her tone was unfriendly to them, “That’s enough. About this matter, I said not to mention it again in the future. I don't believe that Edmund killed someone on purpose. He must have done it carelessly. Don’t worry. I've already dealt with Uncle Ferdinand’s funeral, which is also an explanation to the Cuthbert family. As long as I can save him, not to mention a company, even if it takes my life, I'm willing to give it!”

The lawyer was a bit anxious. “Okay, I agree with your plan, Mrs. Elizabeth. But what about Mr. Sebastian? Sooner or later, this matter will be discovered by him. Once he goes to see Edmund in prison, everything you've planned is over! We used his name to save his father's murderer. What do you want him to do?”

Elizabeth was silent for a split second. She then stretched out her hand to enlarge the photo on the screen.

“It’s easy. Then keep him out of the loop for the rest of his life. It's been three years. He should be released from prison sooner or later. Go ahead and arrange it. Remember, don't let Sebastian Cuthbert find out.”

“Mrs. Elizabeth, as a lawyer, let me remind you that the net of heaven is wide open. It's impossible to leave no traces of what you've done. For the sake of a murderer, you hurt even more innocent people. If Mr. Sebastian finds out about it, you'll be completely finished!”

Tears rolled down my chin. I was shaking so much that I could barely hold my lunchbox. The sound of footsteps approached. It made me hastily ducked into the stairwell. It turned out that my dad's fatal car accident was never filed at all. Edmund Forrester also did not, as she said, be locked up in prison to atone for his crimes.

I couldn’t believe Edmund was living a free life abroad. All of this was done by the hand of my beloved wife, Elizabeth. Her humble bowing, her forbearance and concession were all to redeem the one she loved in her heart.

For the three years of marriage, I lived in her carefully woven lies. I thought I was happy, but I was in hell. It was ironic. I stumbled down the stairs. Then I just stood in front of the company.