She Is a Wild Rose, Stunning the World!

My life became a tragic tragedy ever since my best friend asked my drunk husband to drive her home. She claimed that it was too late to go home alone. He agreed and took the car to send her home

Unfortunately, when they were only halfway to her house, they had an accident. 

My husband called me and begged me to come to get them immediately. He even asked me to be the scapegoat for him.

Of course, I agreed to take the fall for him and as a result, I was sentenced to seven years in prison.

After I was released from prison, I was devastated when I found out that not only did my husband have a romantic relationship with my best friend, but he also had sold our daughter to human traffickers. 

Moreover, to make sure I left with nothing, the two of them sneaked into the house at night, locked my bedroom door and burned down the house. And, as a result, I was burned alive.

To make sure that no one would suspect their involvement in murdering me, they made it seem that I had committed suicide

Ring … ring … ring!

The sound jerked me awake from the nightmare. I could still feel the flame licking my body. The burning sensation and pain of being burned alive were still echoing all over my body. As I tried to get my bearings, the consistent ringing of the phone finally brought me back to my senses.

When I picked up the phone, I could hear the panic in his voice, "Where are you?"

I was too stunned to answer him.  What happened?  Wasn't I already dead in the fire?

"Honey! Hurry! I just hit someone!" Fred Jefferson shouted franticly.

My body shook when I remembered what he had done to me in the past. 

When Fred did not hear my response, he became even more anxious

"Didn't you hear me? I am drunk! No one should know that I was the one driving the car. Come over here and take my place."

I had to force myself to calm down, before I could reply, "Alright, I'll be right over."

"Hurry up! The man that I hit looked bad. I think he is not going to make it. I need you here as soon as possible."

Beep ….

As soon as he hung up the phone, he sent me the address.

In my past life, because Fred had driven in an intoxicated state when he hit a man, he became too scared. So, he did not dare to bring the man to the hospital. As a result, the man missed the best time to treat his wound.

Instead, he left the scene and told me to pose as a driver. In the end, all the blame was placed on my head and I had to serve seven years in prison for him.

This time, I would not be so foolish to accept his arrangement.

I immediately called nine one one and the police. I calculated the time of their arrival so I could come there after they arrived at the scene. Then, I leisurely called the taxi and headed there.

When I arrived, chaos had already begun. The paramedics were busy trying to save the victim then they ushered him into the ambulance and took him to the hospital. As for the police, they had already secured the scene and processed the place.

Meanwhile, Fred was busy trying to coax my fair lovely best friend, Megan Smith, with his hand around her. 

Actually, I felt sick seeing them acting lovey-dovey in front of everyone. However, to erase their suspicion, I had to act stupid.

Putting on a worried expression, I ran toward them and yelled in panic, "Honey, are you all right?"

When he saw me, there was a rage in his eyes. He yelled at me angrily, "I've told you to come immediately! Do you want to see me dead?" 

I pretended to be aggravated and wiped away the nonexistent tears. Then with a shaky tone, I said, "After I received your phone, I immediately rushed over here. Unfortunately, on the way here, I got stuck in a traffic jam. I could not do anything about it."

"You damn bitch! I could just …." Fred raised his hand, ready to slap me, but when he saw a traffic police come toward them to take their statement, he put his hand down. Then he told me not to say a word.

As soon as the traffic police arrived in front of us, he covered his nose and asked, "Who drives the car?" Then he signaled to the other police to bring the breathalyzer here.

Megan and Fred looked at each other, but they did not say anything

I decided to strike first, so I immediately said, "Officer, my husband did not do it on purpose. Please, don't arrest him. He is a law-bidding citizen, not a criminal."

Fred whipped his head so fast toward me when he heard my words. His eyes were burning with anger as if he wanted to kill me.

However, I pretended I did not see his angry gaze. To make my acting more believable, I shrunk my body and looked at the police timidly.

The police turned his attention toward Fred and asked, "Were you the one who drove the car?"

Fred gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He shook his head raised his hand and pointed at me then moved his hand to Megan. "No, I wan't. It was her."

Megan was my friend at the college. She was stunningly beautiful and had a gentle nature. After she knew I was marrying a rich man after graduation, she often visited my house. 

Last night, after we drank some beer, she claimed that she had drunk too much and was too intoxicated to drive home. She even insisted that Fred to drive her car. Then they left together.

Megan bit her lips and after some time, with great difficulty, she finally nodded and said, "It was me, Officer."

As for their cheating, I sneered in my heart.  I knew my husband too well. He was born into a rich family so he had a lot of money to spend. He loved enjoying a luxurious life, drinking and indulging himself.

Part of the reason, he married me, was because I came from an ordinary family and I was a timid person and easy to control.

After our marriage, he kept his lavish lifestyle outside and was known as a rich young master. Meanwhile, I had to stay at home, playing a dutiful housewife while enduring his beating and scolding.

When the police knew Megan was the driver at the time of the accident, besides testing her with the breathalyzer, he also wanted her to take a blood test to determine her alcohol level.

I knew she was just a scapegoat, the real perpetrator was Fred.

So, I pretended to be dumb again and said in an aggravated manner, "This would never happen if we did not agree when Megan asked you to take her home."

When the police heard this, he told Fred, "We will be testing you, too."

Fred glared at me. I knew if we were alone, he would be beating me.

Ever since our marriage, Fred would beat and scold me every time I did something slightly different than he wanted. He had beaten me so hard that I had to stay in the hospital to recuperate.

I had thought once we had children, he would change his way. However, I did not realize it was gold habits never died, because the beating and scolding never stopped.

When he heard that he also had to undergo the test, he became panicked and shouted, "Why should I? I did not drive the car!"

The police answered him calmly, "Just cooperate with us and do the test. It will be over soon."

"How dare you talk to me like that!" He yelled angrily. "Don't you know what kind of relationship I have with Chief Thompson?"

"Well. We don't care who you know. Just shut up, cooperate with us and take the test immediately."