บททั้งหมดของ My Backstabbing Wife's Twist of Fate: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

My father-in-law, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law were all hit by a car and sent several feet away. A second later, flames shot into the sky, and the sound of the explosion tore through my eardrums. I stood frozen in place, my limbs numb and cold. It took a long moment before I could react. Even my fingers trembled as I called the police. Once I calmed down slightly, I immediately called Jennifer Novak, but she did not pick up. It was not until the 80th call that she finally answered. Before I could even speak, her impatient voice came through the phone. "Didn't I tell you not to bother me today? It's Justin's first birthday after coming back to the country. I just want to spend it with him. Can you not ruin this for me?" The mention of Justin Miller made my fingers clench instinctively. When I was looking back at the blood-soaked bodies of my wife's family behind me, the words I wanted to shout were forced back down my throat. My voice shook with urgency and despe

After leaving the police station and returning home, I had my lawyer draft a lawsuit. Just as I finished mailing it out, Jennifer, who claimed she had many autopsies to do, unexpectedly came home early. She burst through the door with fury and hurled a glass cup at me. The glass shattered against the wall. Her chest heaved with rage as she pointed angrily at me and shouted, "Patrick, have you no shame? Justin didn’t mean to kill your family! You can’t just take your anger out on an innocent person just because your family died!" "So, Justin told you everything, huh?" Jennifer sneered. "I just finished celebrating his birthday when the police arrested him. On the way to the station, he told me everything. It wasn’t on purpose—he was just in a rush to see me." "Besides, if your parents weren’t so old and careless crossing the street, none of this would’ve happened. They even got your sister killed in the process.” She paused when she noticed my expression shift slightly and

Her coworkers helped her out. Meanwhile, I stayed behind to quietly tend to her family's corpses. I could not help but think back to how she repeatedly hung up on me back then, believing it was my family that died. It was as if I somehow deserved to suffer alone. She enabled Justin to trample on three lives with nothing but money. "Do you remember what you said to me in court?" Stopping in her tracks, Jennifer kept her head down, her expression unreadable, but her body began to tremble when she heard my words. "You said: three people dead at once, the cremation fees probably come with a discount. At least they're reunited in heaven, what more could you ask for?" I smiled at her and asked, "So? Are you satisfied now?" Seeing my expression, Jennifer nearly fainted from crying. She staggered forward in three quick steps, her hands shaking as she grabbed me by the collar, tears pouring down her cheeks. "Patrick, you did this on purpose! You knew it was my parents who died

After leaving the courthouse, Jennifer continued to follow closely behind me. Her hands were tightly clenched, fingernails digging deep into her palms. She quickened her pace to walk in front of me, hesitating as if she wanted to say something. But in the end, she only managed to say, "I'm sorry." I raised an eyebrow, but did not accept the apology. After all, everything she lost, she brought it upon herself. Before and after our marriage, she always kept in touch with Justin. Her parents disliked him, thinking he was the reason their daughter turned into a lovesick mess who couldn't eat or sleep. To maintain peace in the family, I always tolerated Jennifer's behavior. Seeing that I did not respond, Jennifer lowered her head even further. "I know you can't forgive me. But back then, when I said all those hurtful things, I had my reasons." She seemed to want to tell me something more, but suddenly stopped herself. Whatever she had to say no longer mattered to me.

Until the divorce certificate was officially issued, I was still her husband. It was through the police that I finally learned the full truth. Jennifer completely lost her mind. When she first saw the bodies of her parents and sister, I already noticed something was not right with her. Now, after everything with Justin, she suffered a complete mental breakdown. The trauma triggered serious memory confusion. Neighbors saw her walking around outside, clutching urns of ashes, frightening the local children. After repeated disturbances, the neighbors finally called the police. She was not living in her parents’ old house anymore, but in a nearby psychiatric hospital. No one knew how she managed to escape and show up at my place today. Jennifer’s memory flickered—sometimes clear, sometimes clouded. After she calmed down, her eyes regained a hint of clarity. When she saw me, tears streamed down her face. “I’m sorry, Patrick. I don’t know why I’m here. I know you don’t wan