Semua Bab When the Inheritance Plan Failed, He Turned on Me: Bab 1 - Bab 10

My inbox was flooded with messages warning me to watch out for my boyfriend, Harry Pate. My hands trembled as I opened one of the messages. It was an alert post from a woman who went by "SmallTownGirl"."Please share. We're trying to find a woman named Freya White, a wealthy heiress from Syrinth. Her boyfriend was taking her back to his hometown in Quenvale."He had gathered several friends to drug and assault her and even planned to film a gang assault to blackmail her family and secure a fortune. Please help this woman!"At first, I didn't believe it, but in the last photo of the post, I immediately recognized Harry from behind. Every piece of clothing from head to toe was something I had bought for him. I couldn't deny it.I stared at him in the living room, making calls and setting up meetings, furious and in disbelief that I had wasted seven years of my life on him.We had been together since college and had been planning our wedding for seven years. This had been a careful,

"Freya, tonight I want to introduce you to my childhood friends. You have no idea how jealous they are that I have you as my girlfriend," Harry said.He held me close and then pretended to be worried. "By the way, do you remember Sharon?"I stifled a cold laugh. "I remember. Is she coming too?"Harry scratched his head awkwardly. "You know I don't really keep in touch with her. But we invited everyone we know. If we didn't invite her, people would gossip."He hugged me and tried to coax me. "Don't be mad. I won't talk to her. Let's just treat her like she's not even there, okay?"I felt disgusted. I pushed him away without expression and stared at him for two minutes, catching the tiniest flicker of guilt on his face. Acting against someone so skilled wasn't easy.I pretended to be annoyed. "Fine, let her come. I can't embarrass you in front of your friends."While he made calls to gather people, I secretly searched all the pockets and luggage. At last, I found a one-fluid-ounce

Harry slowly turned around, and Ronald grinned at him."Harry, you look way too handsome. I've been wanting to get my hands on you for ages!"Finally. The moment I had been waiting for.I covered my eyes because the whole thing was disgusting, but I couldn't stop grinning."Let scumbags destroy each other. Retribution never takes a day off. Honestly, poor Harry. He escaped one disaster just to fall straight into another," I thought.The next morning, Rebecca and I showed up at Harry's house with the neighborhood committee.Harry's mom, Cameron Dawson, saw me and shrieked like she had seen a ghost. "Why are you here? Didn't Harry ask Ronald and the others to film you?"Harry's father, Michael Pate, didn't cover her mouth in time. He kicked her leg hard. "You idiot. Shut up!"Rebecca pointed at the two of them. "So you did know. Figures. With parents like you, no wonder Harry turned out the way he did."The commotion we caused walking into the village was loud enough that people

"Freya, you planned all of this, didn't you?" Sharon had thrown her clothes back on and jumped in front of me, eyes bloodshot as she pointed at my face."If you didn't plan it, why did you run last night? You ruined us! And now you're pinning everything on Harry! How can you be this vicious? What did he ever do to deserve this? We didn't wrong you! Why would you hurt us like this?"They said the people who framed you would always know better than anyone that you were innocent. But I wasn't innocent at all, so guilt made me slap her as hard as I could."Perfect. It matched the slap her mother gave her—one on each side," I thought.I put on a devastated expression, voice trembling with outrage. "Harry told me you were a close friend of his. I was so stupid. I actually believed a woman hanging around a pack of men could be their 'close friend.'"Do I really need to explain what you are to everyone here? How dare you accuse me? The police are almost here. You think I'm scared of whate

Harry was identified as the ringleader in the group sex incident, so he was interrogated separately.He didn't accuse me of drugging anyone because he was the one who bought the drugs.Group sex would get him a few years at most, but attempted drugging and assault meant over a decade. He knew exactly which charge was the lesser evil.Unfortunately, his idiot friends clung to one thing he said—that I brewed the tea—and wouldn't let it go.Once they showed him my statement, he realized he was completely screwed. He tried to bite back, claiming I somehow found out the truth, stole his drugs ahead of time, and set them all up.So what, though?The tea was just tea. All the incriminating evidence was already inside their stomachs.As long as no one remembered the bowl of cherries, I would never be charged.Sharon refused to admit she had spiked their drinks, but Ronald confessed. He claimed he heard her saying everyone should "get a taste".Now that the situation had blown up, the