The Real Culprit Who Murdered Me Turned Out To Be Her

Three years ago, I had a car accident and as a result, I broke my legs and most of my memories were wiped away. In fact, I forgot all my acquaintances and families except my wife.

Unwavering in her trust in me, she stood by my side and helped me manage my company. She even found me an acupuncturist to administer acupuncture for me with the hope that I could stand again.

I would never have imagined that she would cheat on me. In the process of catching her adultery, I accidentally uncovered many bloody truths from the past and from all the evidence that I gathered, it was proven that she had a hand in all of them.

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I had just finished my rehabilitation exercises when my phone buzzed with a few incoming WhatsApp messages. The profile picture was a masked woman, whose face I could not recall. Maybe, she was one of my old clients, I thought, as I opened the messages.

As soon as the messages opened, I immediately frowned. I could not believe what I was seeing.  They were photos of a couple doing illicit activities.

Unfortunately, I was very familiar with their faces. How could I not? The woman was Samantha Cameron, my wife, while the man behind her was Walter Luxton. He was my doctor who had been treating me with acupuncture for the past three years.

Three years ago, I had a car accident and it left me with broken legs and losing most of my memories. I could not remember everyone that I knew except for my wife.

For these three years, she had been tirelessly supportive of me. She worked so hard for my well-being and even managed to hold my company together. She was the one who found Walter, an expert acupuncturist, for me, in the hope that I would be able to get back on my feet again one day.

I never suspected that the two people I trusted most would end up being in bed together.

Fury surged within me. Although I wanted to tear them apart, I managed to calm myself down.

Now, what I wanted to know was when did they get together and how.

For three years, Walter had been treating my legs with acupuncture and planning my rehabilitation exercises, yet my legs never showed any improvement. Was there something wicked in play here?

And, what about the company I left in Samantha's hand to manage? Had she already hollowed it out?

Furthermore, who sent me these messages? What was their motive?

I immediately sent messages to the other party, [Who are you? Why are you sending me these photos?]

However, they did not answer me right away. After a while, they finally sent me a video message.

I instantly clicked it and a steaming hot scene displayed on the screen.

In the high of the moment, Walter could not stop himself from exclaiming, "Maggie, you're really a seductress!"

Rage instantly raged inside of me and almost made me stand up. However, the way he called out Samantha made me confused.

Maggie? Who was Maggie?

Samantha had a nickname, but it was Sam, not Maggie.

However, there was no denying that the woman in the video was my wife, Samantha.

So, I sent several messages to the other party, demanding to give me answer. However, they did not reply to any of my messages.

After I had regained my composure, I opened the internet and hired a reliable private detective online. Then I paid him a hefty sum to investigate Samantha, Walter and myself.

I wheeled myself back to the bedroom, opened the drawer, took out a photo album then flipped through the pages, one by one.

Samantha and I had been together since college. From school uniforms to wedding dresses, we had shared eight years together. The photos in the album captured every beautiful moment that we shared together.

Samantha was a beautiful woman with exceptional figure. Her body curved and filled out in the right places. Her waist was truly captivating, especially when she twisted it and added a cute small red mole on it, I was bewitched by her.

Unfortunately, after my accident three years ago, I became a changed man.

Just as I was lost in thought, the door opened and Samantha walked in.

When she saw me holding the album, she laughed, walked toward me, snatched the album and tossed it aside. Then she straddled my lap with spread legs.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arm around her waist. She draped her arms around my neck and pouted.  “Why are you looking at old photos?  Are you reminiscing about our past?”

I shook my head. “You know I lost my memory and did not remember any of them. You’ve been so busy with the company lately and I missed you, so I took the album out to look.”

"You missed me?" Her hand slid down to my lap and her waist swayed slightly. “Your body doesn’t seem to agree with you.”

The smooth skin of her waist under my palm made my heart race. I touched it carefully but couldn’t feel the little red mole on her side.

Could a mole disappear without a trace?