"Rot in hell, you bastard! My daughter was only 27 and five months pregnant! Now she's dead, and it's all your fault!" She was crying hysterically, her body shivering.The tourists stopped and took out their phones to record this moment. My wife was standing beside her, her face filled with fake disappointment. "I can't believe you're this kind of person, Michael." Her voice was shivering, as if she was holding back her rage."That first-class ticket cost me more than a thousand. I wanted you to enjoy your ride, not kill someone! She just wanted a seat! You could've just given it to her!"I looked at her, the woman whom I'd shared a bed with for three years. Perfect acting, I'd say. If it weren't for the comments, she could've even fooled me.I said coldly, "You're taking their side even when the truth isn't out. Why?"My wife froze, then her agitation flared. "You think further investigation is needed? She lost her daughter and grandchild, Michael! And you turned your phone off
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