All Chapters of The Dispatcher's Crime and My Vengeance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

That familiar voice made my hair stand on end, as images from my past life crashed into my mind like a tidal wave.I recalled every agonizing detail—my son's warmth fading inch by inch in my embrace, my husband bellowing in raw panic, and the bride's saccharine tone in that e-invite."We'd love for you to join us in celebrating our joy..."It was her—Tessa Vickers from next door, the one who always "happened" to bump into Chris Brock and me in the elevator, gushing about how he embodied the perfect family man.Her voice drifted through the line again, languid and calculated. "Hello? Can you hear me? Do you need an ambulance? Is it your kid? Running a fever?"A frigid chill surged from my toes to the crown of my head. In this reborn life, I hadn't uttered a single word about the emergency yet, so how did she already know about my son's illness? Unless she had anticipated this call, lurking in wait.I slammed the call shut, my wrist quaking violently.Chris burst out of the bathro

And right beside Tessa stood Chris."I heard from Chris and couldn't shake my concern, so I followed along," she explained smoothly.Their united front ignited a glacial fury that roared through my veins."Followed along?" I sneered, curling my lips in mockery. "Or to confirm my son won't survive, clearing the path for you adulterers to shed your burdens and start fresh sooner?"Chris's face twisted in disbelief. "What nonsense is this? Wesley is fighting for his life, and you're ranting like a madwoman.""Ranting?" I stepped closer, my tone sharpening. "Look into my eyes and confess. How long have you and Tessa been betraying me? Did it start before Wesley's illness? While he burned with fever, did you slip away for stolen moments, secretly praying he'd disappear?""You're insane!" Chris's temples throbbed as he jabbed a finger at me. "She's just a neighbor offering help.""Help?" I sneered. "She stalled me on the call and slashed my tire. You think I'm that dumb? Dumb enough t

"We extracted these from the child's pajama lining. They're likely the allergen behind the fever and convulsions," the nurse announced.The revelation stunned us; Chris's raised hand halted mid-swing, his fury etched in stone.I spun toward the nurse, my heart pounding. "What kind of allergen?"She held up the bag to the light, squinting. "Feather fragments with unusual texture, resembling peacock down. Sparse but ultrafine, embedded in the threads. They don't appear natural; edges look deliberately sheared."Peacock down? My thoughts raced to Tessa's perpetually ajar door, where vibrant peacock plumes perpetually adorned her entry vase.The attending doctor, Alfred Spence, hurried over. "For children with sensitive lungs, peacock down acts as a fierce trigger. Intense contact can ignite sudden fevers, seizures, or worse. Any such items in your house?""Absolutely not," I declared, my glare piercing Tessa. "We've never allowed bird feathers anywhere near."Tessa cradled her chee

The video clip was soundless, but it hit harder than any accusation.Gasps rippled through the hallway."Holy hell! It was really her!""Utterly ruthless—crippling their escape!""And she played the saint so convincingly!"I pocketed my phone, fixing Tessa's pallid face with a level stare. "You slashed the tire, severing our path to self-rescue."Panic flickered across Tessa's features, but she rallied, lifting her chin defiantly. "Fine, I slashed the tire in a moment of weakness. Your smug superiority grated on me. Chris deserves better than returning exhausted to your constant drama."She rattled on hastily, redirecting toward petty grudges. "But prove I tainted the boy's clothes with peacock fluff? Please! The footage captures the tire sabotage, not a home invasion or child tampering."She spun to the doctor and onlookers, her voice cracking. "Everyone, be fair. She likely snagged the fluff during her mayonnaise borrow, then unwittingly passed it to her son. Now she pins it

"Instead of supporting you and our son, I doubted and dismissed you," Chris continued, looking pained. "When Tessa dropped those hints about the feathers, I wavered and actually bought her crap about you cracking under stress. I'm such a fool."He bowed his head, his fingers raking his hair as his shoulders quaked. I stayed quiet, observing. Only Wesley's rhythmic breaths filled the space.After a while, I spoke. "Do you know what I thought when the ambulance never came and Wesley went cold in my arms?"He snapped upright, bewildered. "What do you mean?"I shook my head, skipped the rebirth's absurdity, and narrated as if from another's tale. "I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit."His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..."I rai