She Killed My Father-in-Law, and My Husband Protected Her

He was about to hit me.

Aaron ran out of the room on his little bare feet.

“Daddy, don’t hit Mommy!”

Daniel’s hand froze in mid-air. He glanced at our child, clenched his teeth, and shoved me to the floor.

“Emily Carter, you’ll regret this.”

The door slammed shut with a violent bang.

I clutched Aaron, my teeth trembling, and silently retorted.

Daniel, you’re the one who will regret this!

The video of Daniel’s father’s car accident went viral.

When his aunt came to me with the clip, her whole body shook with rage.

“Damn it! My brother died so tragically, and they’re still trying to smear him like this. Are they even human?”

I poured her a glass of water.

When I took her phone, I realized the videos online had been altered.

Unlike the version I saw at the police station, the trending clip was blurry, cut at an angle that hid him tying his shoelaces, slowed down for effect, and overlaid with captions framing him as staging a scam before a hit-and-run.

If I hadn’t seen the real surveillance, I might have believed it too.

No wonder the comments were full of venom against him. People wrote that it wasn’t just age that made him bitter—that he’d lived as a con artist and died as one.

They claimed his actions proved he was a repeat offender.

Others sneered that he must have blackmailed his children before his death—that it was the perfect ending for a “crooked old man.”

I should have been heartbroken.

But knowing Daniel twisted the truth only because the victim wasn’t his own father left me numb instead.

His aunt slapped her thigh in fury and shouted at me.

“Emily, call Daniel and make him send a lawyer’s letter. Sue those bastards right now!”

I didn’t tell her that the “bastards” she cursed were likely her nephew himself.

Before I could put the phone down, the police called.

“Mrs. Carter, I’m following up—have you decided whether to prosecute your father-in-law’s case? You said you’d discuss it with your husband. Do you have a decision?”

I wanted them to contact Daniel directly.

But before I could finish, his aunt shouted into the phone, “Sue them! You must. Arrest that woman now!”

“This is outrageous! She killed someone and still dares to smear my brother online!”

“Excuse me, ma’am, are you a family member of the deceased?”

“I’m his sister. His biological sister. Which makes me my nephew’s aunt.”

After hanging up, she grabbed my arm and dragged me straight to Daniel’s office.

His assistant, flustered, tried to block the way, but my aunt shoved him aside.

“Do you have no sense? I’m your CEO’s aunt, and she’s his wife. What right do you have to stop us? Do you want to be fired?”

Before he could answer, she threw the door open.

Daniel sat back in his executive chair, and Natalie Brooks straddled his lap, feeding him cookies mouth-to-mouth.

My aunt froze, then charged forward, yanked Natalie off him, and slapped wildly.

“You tramp! Seducing a married man?”

“Ah—Daniel, save me!”