The Perfect Wife Walked Away のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

[Alice's POV]Adam didn’t move. “Family matters? Your wife has been framed for a serious incident, and you call this family matters? David, I can assure you, if Alice really wanted to harm someone, she has a thousand smarter ways to do it! What you’re doing now, is helping the real perpetrator set your wife up for this crime!”“The real perpetrator?” David laughed. “Where’s the evidence? Dr. Adam, you keep saying Alice is innocent, where’s the evidence? All I see is the medication falling out of her pocket, what my daughter witnessed with her own eyes, and that Lily almost died in the emergency room! And yet Lily, even now, is still absolving Alice, not accusing her!”“That’s Lily’s method! She’s acting!”“What about my daughter?!” David roared. “Is Camilla acting too?! She’s only five years old! Does she know what acting is?!”The raised voices disturbed Camilla, who had been keeping out of sight in her bedroom.A small figure appeared in the doorway. She was holding her worn teddy b

[Alice’s POV]I heard more footsteps coming down the corridor, getting closer.This time there were two people, a man and a woman, dressed in civilian suits but with a businesslike seriousness in their gait and expression. They walked straight over to us.“Are you Mrs. Alice Newcombe?” The policewoman who stopped in front of me, asked. She briefly flashed her ID.I nodded.“We’re from the municipal police department,” the male officer said. His gaze swept over my father and Winnie, then returned to me. “We received a report that you are suspected of deliberately harming Ms. Lily McCutchen. Based on the preliminary evidence currently in our possession, we need to ask you to accompany us to the police station, to assist in our enquiries.”Winnie covered her mouth and let out an exaggerated sob. My father stood silently off to one side, his hands behind his back.“Now?” I asked.“Yes,” the female police officer said. “Please cooperate with us. It’ll be easier for everyone.”The male offi

[Alice's POV]“Sign it,” my father demanded.“Alice, things have come to this point, and there’s no turning back. You’re charged with a criminal offense, and you’re likely to be convicted. The McCutchen family can’t have a daughter in prison. This stain will follow the family for generations. Your young cousins still have to get married and start their careers, and the family business still has to forge ahead.”I picked up the statement. The terms were clear and cold: I voluntarily terminate my legal and familial relationship with Cato McCutchen and his current spouse Winifred McCutchen; voluntarily renounce the right to use the McCutchen surname; voluntarily renounce all existing and future inheritance rights to the McCutchen family‘s trust funds, property, and share portfolios; voluntarily renounce all social rights and benefits enjoyed as a member of the McCutchen family...Turning to the last page, the place where my signature was needed was blank. My father’s name had already bee

[Alice's POV]He leaned back in his chair, raised a hand and swiped it across his face, as if to erase those intense emotions. When he spoke again, his voice had cooled, restoring his usual tone of superior control.“I didn’t come to repeat these pointless arguments with you.” His finger tapped the brown folder. “Adam sent me the divorce papers you signed.”He opened the folder, pulled out two documents, and pushed them in front of me. One was the divorce agreement that I had signed, which I had left with Adam. The other was a new document, titled “Guilty Confession and Assurance Outpatient Application.”“I’ve been waiting for you to admit your mistake, Alice.” David looked me in the eye. “As long as you’re willing to admit that it was a moment of confusion, a mistake caused by excessive stress, there’s room for redemption. I’m your husband, and I’ll definitely help you. Employ top resources, the best lawyers, insurance... we can minimize the impact. But you...”His gaze fell on the d

[Adam’s POV]My fingertips hovered over the keyboard for at least ten seconds, the blue light from the screen reflected on my glasses. The office was quiet, only the low hum of the mainframe operating and the occasional muted sound of an ambulance siren outside the window. At two in the morning, I was probably the only person left on the entire floor.In front of me was the latest medical file on Lily Newcombe. David moved quickly, or rather, Lily moved quickly. Since the fire, her last name had already been changed. The document showed that this was her sixth hospitalization for adjustment treatment for ‘recovery from post-traumatic stress disorder, and nerve damage to the right hand.’All the records were impeccable. She was getting the very best medical care money could buy.Neuroelectrophysiological examination, muscle strength assessment, psychometric assessment, rehabilitation treatment records, medication list... all fit the image of a victim who had suffered severe trauma and