Whoo-hoo! My Husband Got Blown Up!

To my surprise, the police issued the check-in records of me and male escorts, my gambling records, and the psychological counseling history of my husband.

What was worse, the police found my diamond necklace and fingerprints at the explosion site.

With so much evidence, I couldn't contradict it.

For an instant, the indignant crowd surrounded me.

"She looks pretty, but she is evil indeed!"

"Her husband treated her well, but she killed him!"

"She should be punished! Luckily, her mother is righteous!"

"Shoot her! She deserves to die for murdering!"

The furious crowd attacked me with the broken glass at the explosion site. The burning metal fragments cut my skin.

I was covered with wounds. Indelible ugly scars were felt on my cheeks.

Some people used their phones to live stream crazily. Millions of people online swarmed into the live stream and watched it.

In a blaze of abuse, I suffered from the most malicious language violence.

Finally, it was my mother who sent me to the jail.

Life in jail was as horrible as hell. Some prisoners maliciously targeted me. Under their abuse, I passed away soon.

Before I died, I still couldn't understand why my gentle considerate husband and my bestie colluded in framing me for having affairs and gambling.

More confusingly, why did my mother have the heart to lie and push me to a dead end? After all, she loved me all the time.

In this life, I would unmask the truth and prove my innocence!

...

I kept calm and looked at Samuel.

When he was about to leave, I grabbed him gently and said, "Honey, can you lend me your phone? My phone is out of power. I need to contact my assistant."

Samuel took out his phone and said, "The password is your birthday. You know it."

After he said so, he turned his back to me and packed his briefcase with ease.

He looked natural and defenseless.

However, the franker he was, the more uneasy I felt. His poised attitude made me more suspicious.

I made an excuse, went to the study, and checked his phone.

I checked the address book, social Apps, and album.

I checked everywhere suspicious.

However, except for me, there were no traces of other women in Samuel's phone.

He had never contacted Turi.

His phone was full of my traces. Even the background of his social Apps was our photo.

He didn't look like a man without feelings for his wife and wanted a divorce.

When I was lost in thought, Samuel reminded me outside the door gently, "Honey, it's time for me to leave."

I hesitated, tugged at his clothes, and said, "Can you stay at home with me today?"

Samuel stroked my hair with affection and smiled, "I have such an excellent wife. Of course, I need to work hard. The new project is at a critical moment. I must keep an eye on it."

I pretended to be wronged and said, "Is your work more important than me?"

Samuel said gently, "Silly girl, you're my whole world. You're beautiful. I would like to be with you every day."

His handsome face was full of affection.

He kissed my forehead gently and said, "I love you most. Don't overthink it."

I felt more confused but didn't reveal it in front of him.

Not long after Samuel left, Turi suddenly arrived.

My mother said, "Turi, why didn't you tell us that you would come here? I didn't have time to prepare."

My mother walked quickly out of the kitchen and warmly invited Turi to the living room.