Chapter 3

The woman didn't hesitate to answer, "Everything you've done is all over the internet!"

"Exactly," someone else chimed in. "Do you think your philanthropist image is still holding up?"

"Your company is circling the drain. Haven't you figured out that it's because all your heartless deeds got exposed?"

"Cynthia must've had the worst luck in the world to fall for someone like you. You said you wanted to focus on your career, so she stayed child-free with you for ten years, only for you and your mistress to drive her to her death!"

As they worked themselves into a frenzy, they started hurling their metal clubs over the bodyguards' heads. One caught me hard, knocking over the tripod.

When I steadied the camera, I saw that viewership had already reached 1.5 million.

The newer viewers had also gotten a rough idea of what was happening.

"I thought this kind of drama only existed in novels. I didn't expect to see it in real life, and somehow, he's even more despicable than a fictional villain. Cynthia's dead. Even if you have no conscience, you shouldn't be desecrating her like this."

"He's already trending on Twitter. Can this man just die already? Is there any way the law can sentence him to death?"

"If the courts won't punish him, can't we make sure he doesn't walk out of here alive?"

"Agreed. The public outcry won't stop until he's dead!"

"Doesn't anyone else think this is weird? Everyone knows an organ isn't viable a month after death. Why is he so obsessed with digging her up?"

"What's there to get? He's stupid and disgusting. Can someone there punch him on my behalf? I'm so angry my blood pressure is through the roof."

"I've smashed the front doors of his company. A lot of people have surrounded the building, too. We'll make sure he goes bankrupt sooner or later!"

"More and more people are heading to the cemetery. He won't live to see tomorrow's sunrise!"

"It's men like him that ruin women's faith in love. I'm a man, and even I can't stand the sight of him!"

"Exactly. Where else would you find a woman as good as Cynthia?"

Exhausted from her weeping, my mother-in-law emerged from behind the crowd and roared, "You killed my daughter, and now you won't even let her rest in peace! I won't endure this anymore! I'll sue you for every cent you have to clear my daughter's name!"

The people around her echoed their support.

Seeing how worked up they were, I asked in confusion, "And how exactly did I kill your daughter?"

She took a deep breath and turned to the onlookers. "I'm Angela Lawson. I raised my only child with everything I had, terrified that even a breeze might hurt her.

"But you made her work for three days and nights without sleep just to fix your company's proposal. The moment she finished and was about to rest, Irene came over to your place and kicked her off the bed in the master bedroom.

"Cynthia hadn't eaten or slept in three days. There was no way she could've fought that bitch! And while she was covered in blood, you had the nerve to call her immature for upsetting Irene.

"By then, she was already in the middle stages of cancer. She was on the floor, begging you to take her to the hospital, but you just turned around and went out for a candlelight dinner with Irene.

"When you came back, you brushed her off with a sandwich and even stopped her from going to the hospital for help. She could've lived! You were the one who dragged it out until she died!"

The moment Angela finished speaking, a metal club struck me across the face. I was knocked to the ground, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth as I spat out two broken teeth.

I endured the pain and struggled back to my feet, but the crowd's fury intensified.

"You bastard! If you dig up Cynthia's grave today, I'll dig up your parents' graves tomorrow. Let's see how you like having your own family desecrated!"

"After we dig them up, we'll bury you with them!"

Angela burst into grateful tears and said, "Even though he killed my daughter, I want nothing more to do with him. I only ask for compensation for the suffering I've endured, and then I want him gone from my life forever!"

Looking at her crocodile tears, I scoffed. "Aren't you tired of putting on this show?"

The people around us froze at my words.

"Shouldn't you be the ones disappearing from my life?" I retorted.

"What do you mean?" an onlooker asked.

I didn't answer. Instead, I glanced at my phone and noticed that viewership had already reached two million.

The tides were shifting as people began to question, "Something isn't right here. What kind of grudge would make him hate his dead wife this much?"

"Even if he didn't love her, would he really dig up her remains just to donate her kidney to his mistress?"

I didn't answer those questions. Instead, I looked at Angela, who was claiming to be my mother-in-law.

"You insisted that I killed your daughter, and for an entire month now, people online have been attacking me because of you. Since we have quite an audience today, let's reveal the truth about Cynthia's death."

Her face instantly paled.