Forensic Queen Framed: My Bones Prove Them Wrong のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I couldn't understand how the person they were talking about—the traitor who had betrayed her principles and disgraced the entire field of forensic science—could possibly be me. I'd never betrayed anyone! I'd died protecting that evidence. I'd given my life to preserve the truth, yet seven years later, everyone believed I was the one who had destroyed it. How had everything gone so horribly wrong? Why had the truth been twisted into such a cruel lie? My thoughts spiraled into chaos as grief and resentment surged through me like a black tide. The injustice was unbearable, and the more I thought about everything I'd lost, the more fiercely my anger burned. Then, deep within my soul, an unshakable obsession took hold—a desperate, all-consuming need to uncover the truth and clear my name. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, that obsession seemed to transform into invisible chains, dragging me out of the cold autopsy room and pulling me toward an unknown destination

When Isabelle developed appendicitis, Sebastian left me waiting alone at the movie theater and never came back for our date. I had no choice but to walk home in the pouring rain. On our anniversary, all she had to do was tell him she was feeling down, and he'd abandon our carefully planned evening to take her to the beach instead. Each time, I tried to convince myself he was simply looking out for an old friend, but the excuses grew harder to swallow with every passing day.We fought about it countless times, but no matter how much I begged him to consider my feelings or how deeply his actions hurt me, nothing ever changed. Whenever I brought it up, he shot me down with the same impatient excuses."Chloe, can you grow up already? She has no family here and no one to rely on. What's so wrong with me looking out for her?""I've spent the entire day working on cases. I'm exhausted. The last thing I need is to come home and argue with you about this.""I don't have feelings for her

Now, her little princess was nothing more than a pile of dry bones, while the woman who had murdered her daughter basked in all the love and affection that had once been promised to her. But my heart had long since gone numb. I watched without feeling a thing as the family headed toward the movie theater, ready to enjoy a happy afternoon together. Just then, Sebastian's phone rang. It was Robert. "Sebastian, get to police headquarters immediately. Bring William, too!" Robert's tone brooked no argument. Before Sebastian could ask what was going on, the call abruptly ended. Sebastian let out a helpless sigh. "Looks like we're not seeing that movie after all."Isabelle immediately put on a sympathetic smile. "It's okay, Sebastian. Work comes first. Mom and I will take the kids to see it." Sebastian nodded, then turned to William, who had just received a call from his own department. "Dad, looks like we're heading out together." The moment Isabelle heard that, her pupils con

Sebastian's eyes were bloodshot as he took the recorder, his hands trembling, and entered my birthday. The screen flashed red."Incorrect passcode." He stared at the screen for a moment before something seemed to click. His fingers stiffly tapped in another sequence of numbers—his own birthday. This time, the lock clicked open.The moment the screen unlocked, he clutched his chest as a sharp, crushing pain seized his heart. His vision darkened, and he nearly crumpled to his knees. Robert took the recorder from his trembling hands and pressed Play. The forensic lab filled with a series of muffled yet painfully clear sounds. First came the noise of a struggle, followed by ragged breathing. Then came my final words, so faint and feeble that I could barely force them out. "Dad, Mom, Dr. Mitchell… I… don't know if I'll survive… but I want you to know that I love you." After a brief pause, my weak voice sounded again, carrying a trace of the stubbornness I'd never been able to

When my mother learned the whole truth, she collapsed on the spot. By the time she regained consciousness, something inside her had broken. Unable to accept that I was gone, she retreated into her own world, one where I was still alive. She would set two places at the dining table, serve a slice of my favorite pie, and gently call out to the empty chair across from her. "Come on, Chloe, sweetheart. Eat before it gets cold." Sometimes, she'd sit there for hours, talking to me as if nothing had happened. Then reality would come crashing back, and she'd stare at the empty seat before dissolving into desperate sobs, repeating the same words over and over. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry… I should never have believed her. Chloe, please, come home…" My father's hair turned gray almost overnight. He resigned from every position he'd held at the police department and shut himself away in my room, unable to face a world without me. Day after day, he carefully dusted my forensic science tex