Going Live: Bank Robbery, Bestie Meltdown

The sirens of the police car grew louder as they loomed closer.

Two guards flanked me and clamped my wrists behind my back, yet the smile on my face never wavered.

The camera livestreaming this scene was pointed at me, and the view count had already surpassed 100,000.

The comments were scrolling by in a frenzy.

"This woman is insane, right? Robbing an armored truck? She's got to be the boldest criminal of the year!"

"She looks like an office worker. What made her snap like this?"

"I'll bet five bucks it's either heartbreak or bankruptcy. Well, she's got herself a one-way ticket to prison now."

The police quickly set up a perimeter and dispersed the onlookers. A middle-aged man, seemingly the police captain, walked up to me with his brows deeply furrowed.

"Name?" he asked.

"Wendy Sloan."

"Why did you do it?"

I looked up at him, and my smile widened as I retorted, "Isn't it obvious, officer? For the money, of course."

The captain was taken aback by my attitude. He waved his hand, and two other police officers stepped forward to place cold handcuffs on me.

As they escorted me into the police car, I spotted my so-called business partner, Zachary Leed, in the crowd. He was holding his phone, pale-faced.

Standing next to him was my best friend, Yvette Sanders, the company's finance director. She was covering her mouth, and her eyes were wide with shock. However, beneath that shock was poorly concealed glee.

Perfect. They were here.

In my past life, the two of them had used my name and the company's assets as collateral to get a 500-million-dollar loan from this very bank. Then, they vanished into thin air.

As the company's legal representative, I became the sole scapegoat. Multiple charges piled up—including illegal fundraising and financial fraud—and I was sentenced to life in prison.

In order to fight my conviction, my brother sold his house and begged everyone he could. The stress wore him down eventually, and he passed away.

The day I got the news in prison, I was heartbroken and cried until I exhausted all my tears. I had slammed my head against the wall, wanting nothing more than to follow him.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to 10:00 am on the day Zachary and Yevtte were scheduled to finalize the loan at the bank.

I knew that at 11:30 am, armed with my forged signature and the company seal, they would complete all the procedures.

Before that happened, I had to use the most extreme method possible to get myself blacklisted by every bank in the city. No bank would approve any loans for a "crazy woman" caught robbing an armored truck.

I closed my eyes as the police car started moving.

Zachary, Yvette, in this life, we would play by different rules.

…

I was taken to an interrogation room that had a cold metal chair and a single glaring light overhead.