บททั้งหมดของ In-Law Murder: My Husband Breaks at the Truth: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

When Roland Turner, along with his men, found me, I was curled up beside a trash can. Filth clung to my skin, and my eyes were as hollow as those of a walking corpse. Trembling, I stuffed scraps of food into my mouth. He stood beside me, shaking."How could this happen?" he asked with reddened eyes.I jolted at the sound of his familiar voice, my grimy hands freezing mid-motion. It was Roland.My heart clenched with sudden pain, and instinctively, I wanted to hide. I didn't want him to see me in this wretched state. I tried to flee, but several men held me down firmly, leaving me unable to move.Roland leaned closer, his burning gaze filled with anticipation."Wendy Crane, I'm asking you one last time—what really happened to my parents?"The people beside him glared at me with bloodshot eyes, their knuckles cracking as they clenched their fists.The splattered blood from that night and the grotesque faces of my in-laws, Wyatt Turner and Margie Lyon, flashed before my eyes

Blood dripped onto Roland's clothes, his eyes a turbulent mix of conflict and anguish."Wendy, you want everyone to know the truth, don't you? It's only because you can't speak that you couldn't tell us, right?"The agony of the needles churning through my brain made my vision darken. I tried to shake my head, only to be struck by a surge of intense electricity. Blood mingled with saliva, trickling slowly from the corner of my mouth.The scene shifted once more.I was kneeling in a pool of blood, trembling as I pressed desperately against the gushing wounds on Wyatt and Margie. Warm, thick blood seeped through my fingers while a bloodstained knife lay beside me.Their pupils were dilated, their lips moving soundlessly as they tried to speak. I tore strips from my clothes, sobbing as I attempted to bandage them. But my hands found only slippery, torn flesh and organs.The onlookers whispered among themselves."If she tried so desperately to save them, how could she be the killer?

Everyone stared at the knife-wielding figure in the image, their eyes filled with fear.Roland slumped to the ground, the knife in his hand clattering loudly as it fell."Uh-uh, no way. That's impossible," he muttered under his breath.The figure in the image gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.The people around whispered among themselves as the scene unfolded."Just now, we heard Margie's scream in the footage, but Wyatt was nowhere to be seen.""Could it be that Wyatt was the one who killed Margie?""If that's the case, it explains why Wendy refused to reveal the truth until the very end.""Does that mean we have been wrong about her all along? If Wyatt was the one who killed Margie, then whoever is committing the murders now must be someone else entirely!"The crowd stood with ashen faces and quivering lips, their eyes awash with regret and guilt."If Wendy is innocent, then how are those who hurt her any different from murderers?""If they hadn't broken Wendy'

Wyatt's heart-wrenching cry echoed through the footage.My soul instinctively trembled, tears streaming down my cheeks.The killer's face was now clearly visible to everyone in the room.Roland staggered backward, nearly knocking over the Memory Decryptor.In the scene, the figure stabbing Wyatt slowly looked up, revealing a twisted face that was identical to Roland's.The crowd turned deathly pale."How is this possible? How could the killer be Chief Turner?""No! It can't be him…""Help! Run! The killer is Chief Turner!"Roland trembled as he stared at his own bloodstained hands. They looked exactly like those in the footage."It's impossible. How could it be me? It can't be me!"Trisha stood stunned for a moment before forcing herself to sound calm. "T-This must be a tampered memory. The killer deliberately disguised himself as you!"Her fingers trembled slightly as she swept a cold, mocking gaze over the crowd."The Memory Decryptor is new, so some data corruption is t

The memory froze on the scene of Roland taking me away.He collapsed to his knees and howled in agony.I drifted in the air, watching his face contort in agony, and a deep, sorrowful ache welled up from the depths of my soul."Wendy, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I truly didn't know."He crawled toward my corpse. But by then, there wasn't a single patch of intact flesh on my body.Tears dripped onto me, yet I could no longer comfort him as I once had.Trisha tried to pull him to his feet. "Roland, these memories are fake! Don't let her deceive you! She was in cahoots with the killer!"Just then, the director of the psychiatric hospital solemnly spoke up."Chief Turner did indeed suffer from dissociative identity disorder in the past. During an episode back then, he set a house on fire. However, due to his mental instability and young age, the court did not sentence him."Instead, they only mandated compulsory treatment. And his parents chose to bury the truth forever to protect hi