All Chapters of Framed in Life, Cursed After Death: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Libby, wake up! Don't fall for his tricks!"Louie had successfully turned the crosshairs right back onto me.He was even implying that I was alive, that I was pulling the strings from the shadows.Libby held the phone in silence.Louie's desperate pleas, cheap excuses, and reverse accusations drifted around her like a thick fog, once again clouding the clarity she had just fought to gain.Compared to accepting the horrific truth that her lover was a murderer, she seemed far more willing to believe that this was all just a plot for my revenge."Look at that, Kieran. This is the woman you spent a lifetime loving," I whispered to myself. My voice was laced with bitter sorrow."Libby, say something! You're scaring me!" Louie pleaded frantically from the other end."You're all I have left! If even you don't believe me, what's the point of living? The police are going to drive me to my death! Libby…"He was resorting to emotional blackmail, weaponizing his vulnerability and depende

Louie snapped back to his senses. Casting a guilty glance at Libby, he launched into a long, fabricated account of his whereabouts on the day of the incident."I was… at home that day. Libby was out of town on a business trip, so I was bored and just stayed in, watching movies and sleeping. I didn't step foot outside."Tyler raised an eyebrow, adjusting his glasses. "Mr. Fraser, I need your complete honesty. According to the latest update I received, the police have already recovered partial surveillance footage—""So what if they have footage? It can easily be faked! Just like two years ago! Didn't that whole thing end up blowing over anyway?"The moment the words slipped past his lips, his face drained of color as he realized his massive slip-up.Libby, who had been keeping deathly silent, looked up sharply. "Two years ago? What two years ago?"The air in the study instantly turned to ice. Her sharp demand echoed through the heavy silence.Beads of cold sweat broke out across

It was Reuben.Libby answered almost like she'd been hit with an electric shock."Ms. Burton, I'm still digging into the first matter. Louie covered his tracks pretty well, so that's going to take some time. As for the second matter… regarding Mr. Hayes' time in prison, I've got some news."Reuben let out a sigh, his voice weighed down with unusual gravity. "It… wasn't good. I pulled a few strings and tracked down a guy who shared a cell with him and got released early. According to him, right after Mr. Hayes went in, he received some 'special treatment.'"Libby stopped breathing entirely."During free time, he got ganged up on constantly. They stole his food, poured water on his mattress, and stabbed him with toothbrushes they'd sharpened into shanks. That was everyday stuff."The guards turned a blind eye to all of it, sometimes even inventing excuses to lock him in solitary confinement. The guy said… Mr. Hayes was still fairly built when he went in, but by the time he got out,

Over the hours that followed, Libby threw herself into frantic action.Instead of managing her business, she mobilized every single resource she could command to secretly investigate all the money Louie had gained through her over the years, the assets he had transferred, and any evidence of possible illegal activity.She understood the inner workings of her company and its financial vulnerabilities far better than he did. Once she turned her guns against him, her efficiency was lethal.At the same time, Libby was waiting for Reuben's updates and Louie's "unfortunate accident".I watched her work tirelessly like a high-powered machine, her gaze sharp and icy.Hatred had become her sole source of fuel.As dusk fell, Reuben's reports began trickling in.Although the hit-and-run had been carefully covered up, a few telltale traces still surfaced.Evidence placed Louie right near the scene at the time of the crash, and his dashcam data bore clear signs of being hastily deleted and

Like a woman possessed, Libby stumbled back into the bedroom. Not even caring if she woke Louie, she began tearing through the room in a frenzy.Finally, in the hidden lining of an old suitcase, she pulled out a faded kraft paper bag.It was the "proof" Louie had "heartbrokenly" handed to her back when he supposedly "discovered" my "affair" and "love child".Inside were all those forged photos. As Libby looked at them closely now, the signs of digital manipulation were laughably obvious.Yet back then, she had trusted Louie so completely that she hadn't doubted him for a single second.The "irrefutable evidence" she had once trusted without question now looked ridiculous and flimsy in the face of Reuben's email.How could she have bought it back then?How could she let a few lies from Louie and such poorly made fakes convince her that Trista wasn't her daughter?How could she have despised the girl, rejected her, and wanted to send her away the moment she was born, without even