Bitch Neighbor Framed My Son, I Sent Her to Prison After Rebirth のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

My heart plunged. The thing I dreaded most had happened after all.I kicked open Ryan's door and pressed the wet towel I'd prepared earlier over his nose and mouth."Forget your stuff, get downstairs, now!"I dragged Ryan through the smoke-filled stairwell and rushed all the way down to the open ground below.Plenty of people from the complex had run down too, huddled together and coughing.In the middle of the clearing, Tiffany lay slumped on the ground, her clothes in disarray.Her face was smeared with black soot, and a large piece of her shirt at the shoulder had been torn away, exposing a bra strap underneath.Ryan had barely found his footing, hadn't even caught his breath.The second Tiffany saw Ryan, she screamed like a madwoman and scrambled backward, crawling and stumbling until she'd wedged herself into a corner.She stuck out a trembling finger, pointed it at Ryan's face, and shrieked."Murderer! Help, somebody, the murderer's right here!"The neighbors around her were stun

Tiffany pressed her advantage, walking right up beside the police car.She sobbed her heart out in front of the livestream camera."Since you're all bullying me like this, and I'm just one orphaned girl who can't fight all of you, then if I don't get justice today, I'll smash my head against this police car and die, to prove I'm telling the truth!"As she said it, she lunged as if to slam her head into the car door, and two young men rushed to hold her back.The officer in charge's face darkened, and he pulled a cold pair of handcuffs from his belt."Enough. Stop this."The officer walked toward Ryan with the handcuffs."The witnesses, the evidence, the footage all point to you. You're a suspect in attempted rape and arson, so we have to bring you in for questioning. Let's go!"The moment Ryan saw the handcuffs, all the strength left his body and he crumpled to the ground.He looked at me in despair, the light in his eyes going out completely, as if he could already see the rest of his

Gerald's hand froze in midair, his face darkening at once.Feeling he'd lost face in front of the neighbors, he put on the airs of the head of the household."Vivian, what's with that attitude?""It's all sorted out now, so quit sulking. Get home and make dinner. I've got a business meeting with Mr. Warren tonight."He said it so righteously, as if he weren't the same man who'd just forced his own son to his knees a minute ago.Looking at that utterly hypocritical face, I felt my stomach churn.In my previous life, after our son died, he didn't shed a single tear. He took the settlement from our son's death and used it to keep a mistress.I worked three jobs to pay off the debts while he drove his fancy car and took his mistress on vacation to the coast.In this life, there was no way I'd let him off.I pulled a folded sheet of paper from my pocket and threw it in his face."Make dinner? Prison food would suit you better."The paper drifted to the floor, the words "Divorce Agreement" p

The tide of opinion online had turned completely.The police released an official statement.It laid out in detail the crimes Tiffany had committed with an accomplice: extortion, filing a false report, and arson.The instant it went public, the whole internet was in an uproar.The braindead fans who'd been showering Tiffany with gifts on her stream just yesterday felt like their intelligence had been mortally insulted.They flooded her account in a frenzy, cursing her out with every word in the book."Give the money back! You lying fraud! And give me back the tears you conned out of me!""So vicious, risking her own life for a payout and trying to drag someone else down with her.""Thank god they had that peephole camera, or that guy's whole life would've been ruined!"The people who'd piled on Ryan online now rushed to my account to leave apologies.I didn't reply to a single one. I just turned off the comments.Life goes on, and I didn't want any of that toxic mess touching our lives

Christmas Eve.Outside, snow was falling in great feathery flakes, and lights glowed warm in every home.I closed the flower shop early.Back home, a pot of beef stew was simmering in the kitchen, steam bubbling up from it.In the living room, Ryan and his fiancée were hanging up decorations while a lively holiday special played on the TV.I carried the dishes out of the kitchen."Wash your hands, dinner's ready!"The whole family gathered around the table and raised their glasses."Merry Christmas!"The clear ring of clinking glasses chased away every last shadow.I took a sip of wine and turned to look out the window.Snowflakes drifted down, blanketing every corner of the city.I thought of this same time in my previous life.I'd been in a freezing basement, gnawing on a hunk of stale bread, weeping silently over a photograph of my son.That bone-deep cold and despair felt like only yesterday.But now, everything was different.The wicked had gotten the punishment they deserved and