Framed for a Crime That Ruined My Life

The night before the wedding, Adam Jackson's first love, Emilie Grant, was involved in a car accident, and Lisa became the prime suspect. Adam refused to hear her out, demanding they break off the engagement. He fanned the flames when her story was shared online, vowing to make her pay twice over. The five years of love and trust she thought they shared had only been an illusion.

When the truth was finally revealed, Lisa had just suffered a miscarriage. Her former fiancé fell to his knees, crying and begging for forgiveness. But she responded coldly, “Impossible! I should be thanking you for not marrying me!”

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For months, Lisa had been tirelessly planning their wedding set for early next month, but fell ill as the seasons changed. She took time off to rest at home, but one afternoon, as she lay in a daze, she was jolted awake by a sudden, forceful shake.

“Come with me.”

Her fiancé, Adam, said only these three words before pulling her out of bed, leading her hastily down to the underground garage.

“Adam, weren’t you on a business trip in the capital? What happened?” Lisa asked, her feet aching as she walked barefoot, trying to keep up.

Adam was livid. "Stop pretending to be innocent. Why did you hit Emilie with your car?"

Lisa, still groggy from being unwell, tried to process what he was saying. "I’ve been home all day resting... I haven’t..."

Before she could finish, Adam grabbed her arm, dragging her toward the newly purchased Mercedes-Benz. He pointed furiously at the car’s damaged headlight. "This is the evidence. What else do you have to say for yourself?"

Lisa stared at the crushed front bumper and shattered headlight. The damage was severe, the kind that only a serious collision would cause. But that couldn’t be possible—she had parked the car in the garage after driving it back at noon, and it hadn’t been touched since.

“Adam, you’ve got it wrong! I wasn’t feeling well, so I spent the whole afternoon sleeping. I didn’t leave the house. Maybe someone else hit it while it was parked here. If you don’t believe me, check the security footage!” Lisa’s face turned pale, her voice filled with urgency.

At the mention of surveillance, Adam’s expression darkened even further. Wordlessly, he pulled out his phone, pulled up the security footage, and tossed it toward her.

"See for yourself."

Lisa took the phone and pressed play, her face draining of color as she watched. The timestamp showed that at 3:10 p.m., her Mercedes-Benz with the license plate number Nan A0926 suddenly sped up and collided with the BMW in front of it. The impact sent the BMW spiraling out of control into a guardrail, while the Mercedes-Benz then accelerated and fled the scene.

That license plate—September 26—was Lisa’s birthday. The car had been a gift from Adam on their fourth anniversary, and he’d chosen her birthday as the plate number to make it “more memorable.”

Lisa watched the footage again and again, struggling to process what she was seeing. Her hands trembled, and words failed her. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t her.

She was home resting at that time—there was no way she could have been on the highway, much less involved in a hit-and-run that injured Emilie.

“With all the witnesses and physical evidence, what more can you say to defend yourself?” Adam’s voice rose in anger. “I agreed to marry you, to make you Mrs. Jackson to give you everything. Why, then, would you hurt Emilie? Why?” He roared the last words, his face twisted with rage.

Lisa stood frozen, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness like she had never felt before. “It wasn’t me!” she managed, her voice shaking. “If you don’t believe me, check the garage entry and exit logs. The surveillance footage can’t lie!”

But Adam’s gaze held only cold contempt. “I already checked,” he said icily. “I went to the security room myself before coming here. The records show that your car left the garage through the west gate at 2:40 this afternoon.”

Chapter 2

Lisa's pupils dilated in shock, disbelief written all over her face.

"You said you were home alone. How could you have witnessed anything? Besides you, who else has the key to this car? Do you think the judge will believe your confession?" Adam demanded, his voice growing louder, his anger palpable as though he wanted to tear Lisa apart.

One year later, after four years of love, they were supposed to get married next month.

This was the first time Lisa had seen Adam lose control of his emotions. Her heart felt as though it had been pierced with a sharp blade, her very flesh and blood blurring with pain.

He doesn’t believe her?

How could he not believe her?

Lisa couldn’t even bring herself to kill a fish, so how could he think she was capable of taking someone’s life?

Just then, her phone rang.

Adam quickly answered, muttering "Hmm" twice before hanging up. When he turned back to Lisa, his eyes were cold, almost predatory.

"If anything happens to Emilie, I’ll make sure you suffer ten times as much!" he spat.

"Adam, please, listen to me!" Lisa pleaded.

But no matter how she tried to explain, Adam drove away without looking back.

She returned to the apartment in a daze, sinking onto the sofa and sitting there all night, unable to escape the torment in her mind.

At dawn, Lisa's best friend, Audrey Banks, called.

"Lisa, have you seen today's trending news? That shameless woman, Emilie, was in a car accident yesterday and fractured her right leg. I heard she won't be able to dance again. Looks like evil people get what they deserve!" Audrey gloated from the other end of the line.

Emilie was Adam's childhood sweetheart and the principal of the Victoria Dance Company.

Five years ago, she disappeared without a word, leaving for a career abroad. Those had been the darkest days of Adam's career. He was nearly blacklisted from the industry after a miscarriage of justice in a case. It was Lisa who had stood by him, caring for him and helping him rebuild his confidence.

After a year of pursuing her, Lisa finally became his girlfriend.

Lisa dedicated herself completely to Adam, managing his day-to-day life so he could focus entirely on his career without distraction.

Since then, Adam’s career soared. He gained widespread recognition for winning a difficult cross-border lawsuit.

Their relationship quickly deepened, and they soon moved in together. After the Spring Festival, Adam became the youngest senior partner at his law firm and proposed to Lisa.

After four years of love, the couple was naturally moving towards marriage. Both families were thrilled with the relationship, and their wedding was scheduled for just a month away. However, something unexpected happened that disrupted everything.

Lisa tried to suppress the grief in her heart. "Audrey, the car that Adam gave me showed up at the scene of the crime and hit Emilie... and now he suspects it was me!"

"How could it possibly be you? Have you checked the surveillance footage?" Audrey asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

Lisa closed her eyes in despair. "I checked, but I couldn't find a clear shot of the driver's face."

"Unbelievable! You couldn't even get a clear picture of the driver, and he’s still blaming you? Is he out of his mind?" Audrey said angrily. "Don’t worry, I’ll have someone investigate this right away. And by the way, Adam shouldn’t be with that shameless woman, in the hospital now, right? She’s an expert at playing the victim, so watch out—she might steal Adam from you!"

Lisa's voice was distant as she replied, "I... I might as well die before that happens."

The most urgent task was to figure out the truth behind everything. After hanging up, Lisa opened her phone, only to be bombarded with news about Emilie’s car accident.

Although the license plate number had been obscured, Lisa instantly recognized the Mercedes-Benz with the plate number Nan A0926.

Chapter 3

After the news of the car accident became a trending topic, Emilie's fans went into a frenzy, denouncing the driver responsible and even threatening to find them and make them pay with their blood.

After much consideration, Lisa decided to go to the hospital.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the VIP ward area of a private hospital. After a brief inquiry, Lisa quickly located Emilie’s room. It was said that only a select few could afford the SVIP private rooms on the top floor. The Jackson family held shares in the hospital, and Adam had secured two adjacent wards for Emilie’s rest and recovery.

When Lisa entered the room, she saw Adam gently wiping the corner of Song Weiwei’s lips. His touch was so tender, as though he were caring for the most priceless treasure in the world.

Her heart ached painfully at the sight.

Just last year, Lisa had been hospitalized for pneumonia. The hospital was overcrowded, and there were no available beds. Adam had used his connections, but instead of arranging a proper bed, he had her sleep on an extra mattress in the hallway.

During the week she was hospitalized, Adam claimed to be too busy with his work as a lawyer to visit her. At the time, Lisa reassured herself, believing that his career was more important and that he was simply too swamped to find time for her.

But now, she realized that being "busy" had only been an excuse. Whenever he wanted to, he could spend an entire night with Emilie, taking care of her. He even broke his own rules, spending a significant amount of money to secure an adjacent ward for her to rest in.

Adam put down the bowl, and as he turned around, his gaze landed on Lisa. His expression instantly darkened.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded. "Don't you think you've caused Emilie enough harm?"

"Lisa, I thought you were just jealous, but now I see you're truly vicious."

He forcefully shoved Lisa out of the room, quickly releasing his grip on her arm as if she were something filthy.

"Adam, I swear it wasn’t me. There’s been some kind of misunderstanding. Once the traffic police release their findings, everything will be cleared up," Lisa pleaded, trying to explain.

Lisa had loved Adam so humbly and patiently, sacrificing her own dignity. Even when Emilie relentlessly sent provocative messages for four years, stirring up all kinds of hatred and attempting to undermine their relationship, Lisa chose to ignore it. She truly believed that her sincerity would earn Adam's love in return.

"What’s the point of arguing?" Adam's voice was cold.

"Lisa, the wedding is canceled. I won’t marry a woman with such a vicious heart!" His tone was final.

Those words hit Lisa like a hammer, shattering her heart. She stood motionless, staring at the man in front of her, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Just the day before his business trip, Adam had held her in his arms. They were incredibly affectionate, and he kissed her cheek with tenderness, calling her the kindest and most gentle wife. He promised that in just one month, she would be the happiest and most beautiful bride in the world.

After the wedding, they were supposed to travel—first to Norway to see the Aurora, then to Africa to witness the great migration, and later to Fiji for diving. He had even handed her his bank card and the key to his safe, telling her she would be the queen of their home.

But everything changed the moment he returned.

Lisa stepped forward desperately, grabbing his arm, her voice barely above a whisper, pleading, "Adam, what can I do to make you believe me again?"

"I will never trust you again," Adam said coldly, shaking off her grip.

Although the car accident hadn’t been life-threatening, Emilie’s leg was badly injured. Even if she recovered, she would never be able to perform on stage again.

Chapter 4

She had started dancing at five, living her entire life for ballet. If she could no longer perform on stage, it would feel like losing everything.

Lisa’s shoulders trembled, her voice caught in her throat as she fought back tears. No... not her. What could she possibly do to make Adam believe her?

Suddenly, a harsh, female voice cut through the air. "It was this woman who broke Emilie's leg!"

Before Lisa could react, a forceful shove sent her stumbling away from Adam, and she was slapped across the face. The blow was so strong that she lost her balance, crashing to the ground and hitting her head on the trash can. Stars danced in her vision.

Emilie's mother, Marry Grant pointed at Lisa, her voice venomous. "You stole Emilie's boyfriend and ran her over with a car! "

Lisa’s ears rang. "I didn’t hit Emilie with my car! Stop spreading lies about me!"

"The evidence is clear, and you still deny it? You shameless woman!" Marry’s rage turned her into a madwoman. "Let’s see how you escape this!"

Like a wild animal, she lunged at Lisa, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her forward. "Come on, everyone! Look at this woman! She destroyed my daughter's future—she’ll never dance again. Let’s expose her for what she really is!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, reporters flooded the scene.

"That's her! The woman who was behind the hit-and-run!"

"She's the one who ruined Emilie's career and kept her from ever performing again!"

"Someone call the police! Arrest her now!"

...

"Adam, help me!"

Lisa turned desperately to Adam, but he stood silently by, his face devoid of emotion, as if he were a stranger.

The insults rained down, and reporters closed in on Lisa, their cameras flashing relentlessly. Each word felt like a slap, the pressure mounting as she struggled to hold herself together.

The world around her began to blur. Blood rushed to her head, and her vision darkened. In that moment, everything went black, and she fainted.

The day after Emilie's car accident, Lisa’s heart shattered.

She collapsed at the ward's door, overwhelmed by both hypoglycemia and the crushing weight of betrayal. But Adam, cold and unforgiving, dismissed her collapse as an act—an attempt to avoid responsibility. He had her unceremoniously thrown into a hospital utility room, where medical waste was stored.

A compassionate nurse, passing by, noticed Lisa and used her phone to contact her family. They were the ones who picked her up.

Back at home, Lisa fell ill.

The controversy surrounding Emilie’s car accident continued to rage, and soon Lisa was being hunted online. Her name was plastered across social media, inundated with hate and vitriol from Emilie’s fans. The comment sections of her posts were soon flooded with curses, forcing them to be shut down altogether.

Some of Emilie's most extreme fans went so far as to send Lisa dead mice and shrouds in the mail.

Unable to return to her normal life, Lisa took leave from work and retreated to the Hale family home to escape the media frenzy.

Meanwhile, Adam made a public announcement that their engagement was over, and had his assistant collect all the betrothal gifts the Jackson family had previously given to the Hale's.

The large flat in Clear Water Bay, a wedding gift from the Jacksons, had been intended as the couple's new home. Lisa had moved in and lived there for two months, only to be told by Adam to pack her things and leave within a few days.

Lisa was in the yard, sunbathing weakly, when she received the call. Since falling ill, she'd lost her appetite and couldn't keep food down, causing her to lose weight rapidly.

During this time, the police came to the Hale house, taking Lisa in for questioning.

While the surveillance video showed Lisa's car at the scene, the driver’s face wasn’t clearly visible, and there were no other witnesses. It was only confirmed that Lisa’s car had struck Emilie, but there was no solid evidence to prove she was the one behind the wheel. After the investigation, Lisa was granted bail and released.

"Lisa, your brother has arranged for the driver to move your things out of the Clearwater Bay apartment. Once you're feeling better, I'll take you abroad to relax for a while," said Leslie Hale, Lisa's mother's voice, full of concern as she looked at her daughter, who was now looking frail and thin. She tried to hide her discomfort, but it was clear how deeply troubled she was by the situation.

Chapter 5

Lisa gathered herself and said, "I should go alone."

Returning to the wedding apartment once again, it felt as though a century had passed in just two weeks.

As soon as she opened the door, an unpleasant, rancid smell hit her, and her stomach churned. Unable to bear it any longer, she rushed into the bathroom and vomited up her breakfast.

"Second Miss, are you okay?" the driver asked, his voice full of concern.

Lisa shook her head, turned on the faucet, and rinsed her mouth. Stepping out of the bathroom, she immediately noticed the moldy snacks and white porridge sitting on the dining table. She quickly covered her nose.

It was the day of the accident when she had returned to eat the leftovers. Now, after sitting out for so long, the food had gone rancid, causing the smell to linger in the apartment. She guessed that Adam hadn’t been home during this time.

Perhaps as long as Emilie was still in the picture, Lisa would never be Adam’s first choice.

Lisa and Adam had been university sweethearts. They had dreamed of this moment—starting from school uniforms to wedding dresses, believing they would be each other's forever.

But now, in the wake of a car accident, she found herself accused of being the murderer, a label pinned on her based on rumors and baseless claims.

Her tears had dried up, leaving her heart numb. As she looked around the apartment, the traces of their life together seemed to mock her, reminders of a love that had been shattered.

From the appliances and furniture to the smallest refrigerator magnets, she had carefully chosen each item. Now, all that remained was endless pain and unbearable memories.

People around her often said that Adam would always hold Emilie in his heart. They believed that if Emilie hadn’t left without a word to chase her career, Lisa would never have stood a chance.

At first, Lisa didn’t let these words bother her. She was certain that even the hardest stone could eventually be warmed.

After graduation, Lisa turned down an offer from a prestigious top-three investment bank to work in a financial company, determined to be the woman who supported Adam’s success.

Adam once said he didn’t like takeout, so Lisa spent hours perfecting her cooking skills.

Adam preferred women with slim figures, so Lisa meticulously controlled her weight, cutting out carbs after dinner.

Though Adam’s demanding job often kept him away for days or even weeks, Lisa never complained, patiently waiting for him to return.

Even Mrs. Jackson, who came from a wealthy family and had a discerning eye, praised Lisa for being well-behaved, graceful, and cultured.

But what good was it to be sensible?

Whenever something happened to Emilie, Adam would rush back to her without a second thought. He didn’t believe Lisa, nor did he believe that the woman who had loved him for five years, lying next to him every night, could be innocent.

Lisa swallowed her heartache and instructed the driver to pack up all her belongings. She even tore the wedding photo on the wall in half—ripping her own portion into pieces and flushing them down the toilet.

Once it was done, Lisa called Adam, intending to return the valuables in person. But he kept insisting he couldn’t be reached. After pondering for a long while, she decided to go to the hospital, determined to end everything herself.

Just as Lisa had suspected, Adam had taken a long leave and was staying at the hospital with Emilie.

How ironic.

In the five years they’d been together, Adam, a workaholic, had never taken a single day off, even when he was sick. Yet now, he had abandoned everything to be by Emilie’s side.

In the rehabilitation room, Adam gently supported Emilie’s shoulders, speaking to her softly, his face full of the compassion and concern Lisa had never once received.

When Emilie asked for water, Adam, ever attentive, brought it to her lips after the wind had cooled it.

Chapter 6

Emilie claimed she was tired, and Adam gently guided her aside to rest, wiping the sweat from her brow and massaging her uninjured leg.

It turned out that Attorney Jackson could care for someone—but that someone had never been Lisa.

Suddenly, Emilie’s eyes widened, and she saw Lisa standing in the doorway. Her face twisted with fury: "Why is she here? Isn't it enough what you've already done to me? I've given you up to her, so why are you trying to take my life too?!"

"Adam, get her out of here! I don't want to see her!" Emilie screamed, her voice wild. She struggled to stand but lost her balance, the weight of her casted leg pulling her down.

Adam rushed to her side, catching her in his arms and pressing her head against his chest. His face turned pale with fear, his eyes red with panic.

"Calm down, Emilie. No one will hurt you again... I’ll get rid of her right away. As long as I’m here, everything will be fine."

Turning his gaze toward Lisa, he spoke with cold disgust: "Lisa, why do you have the nerve to show up here?"

Perhaps from the constant crying, Lisa had grown numb. Seeing Adam now, her heart no longer hurt as much as it had before.

"I have some important items to return to you."

Twenty minutes later, after Adam had finally managed to calm Emilie, he stepped out of the physical therapy room alone.

Lisa handed him the apartment key, car key, safe key, and the bank card they had both signed. As she placed them in Adam’s hands, a sense of relief washed over her.

"From now on, we don’t owe each other anything."

Lisa had expected tears when she saw Adam again. She had once loved him deeply, believing he was the only one for her in this life. But witnessing Adam tenderly holding Emilie in his arms had shattered that final shred of hope.

She had made up her mind. She could no longer afford to love Adam, nor did she want to.

Adam looked at the keys and bank card in her hand, and then he laughed, a bitter edge to his voice. "Do you think this is over? You owe Emilie, and you’ll never be able to repay her in this lifetime!"

At that moment, Adam still clung to the belief that Lisa was responsible for the accident. The police may have released her due to insufficient evidence, but in his mind, she was guilty.

Lisa’s expression remained calm as she spoke, her voice steady: "I have nothing to fear when I stand tall. I owe Emilie nothing."

"It's a good saying, Lisa. One day, the truth will come out, and when it does, I’ll make you pay ten times the pain I’ve endured!" Adam shot Lisa one last glance before taking the keys and bank card from her hand and turning to leave.

His resolute departure marked the final end of their relationship.

Five years of deep love had crumbled in an instant. It wasn't life or death that separated them, but the absence of love.

With the wedding cancelled, there was still much to take care of in the aftermath. The invitations had already gone out the day before Emilie's accident. Lisa made the difficult calls one by one, informing the guests about the cancellation and offering sincere apologies.

Her family and friends were understanding, offering kind words of reassurance, telling her everything would be fine. But when it came to Adam's brothers, the responses were nothing but scorn and ridicule.

The harshest of them all came from Adam’s close friend, Vera—Emilie’s devoted follower.

"Lisa, you've caused Emilie so much misery! She deserves to be struck by lightning!"

Chapter 7

Lisa had long grown numb to the insults. After hanging up, she continued with the tedious task of canceling orders that hadn’t shipped yet and blocking the logistics. Any items that had been sent out—unless they were customized—would be returned, one by one. The refunds were credited back to Adam’s account in full.

She had been the one to handle every detail of the wedding—from selecting the venue to choosing the dress and even the small items. Everything had been chosen with care and love.

In the past, she had been busy and happy, eagerly anticipating the day she would wear the perfect wedding dress and marry the man she loved most. Now, all that remained was a pile of broken dreams and a mess of unfinished plans.

When Lisa visited her mother at Hale's house, she found her mother-in-law looking weary, holding Lisa's hand with a sigh. After hearing that her son had unilaterally broken off the engagement, she had been so furious it triggered her high blood pressure. Once she recovered, she returned to Lisa’s side.

"Lisa, Adam was just confused when he broke off the engagement. How could you throw away five years of love like that?" She shook her head. "I can’t believe you'd hurt anyone."

"When the case is fully investigated, I'll make sure that son of mine comes and kneels to beg for your forgiveness."

In truth, Adam’s mother, Risa Jackson, never thought much of Lisa. She always felt Lisa wasn’t quite worthy of such an exceptional son. But Lisa was obedient, sensible, and came from a family with money. More importantly, she took good care of herself, making it hard to find someone better.

"Aunt Linda Jackson, Adam and I can never go back to what we were." After some time to adjust, Lisa had managed to calm herself, enough to face the shattered remnants of her relationship with a clear mind.

Everyone around her, except for a few of Emilie’s close friends, had chosen to believe in Lisa, including Richard Jackson, Adam’s father, and Risa. How could a well-educated, gentle, and virtuous girl, who was about to marry Adam in a month, suddenly become a murderer out of jealousy? It just didn’t make sense.

But Adam didn’t believe it.

No matter how much Lisa tried to explain, it was as if he had already made up his mind. He was convinced she was the culprit.

"If you need anything, call me anytime."

"I know, Aunt Linda."

After sending Risa off, Lisa’s phone rang again. It was the courier. There were so many things to handle, and despite her best efforts, she had missed something. Today’s delivery had not been intercepted in time and had already been sent to the Clearwater Bay Apartment.

"Can you please help me open the box and see what's inside?" Lisa has received too many express delivery these days and has become numb.

She chose to throw away the custom-made items that could not be returned.

The courier was very embarrassed: "It says valuables and the buyer needs to sign for it."

Lisa happened to need to go to the hotel to refund the deposit, and planned to pass by Clear Water Bay to collect the express delivery.

She hung up and got up and walked towards the garage, and happened to meet Lester Hale, her nominal brother, who was coming back from outside.

Since the accident, this was the first time Lisa had met Lester. I heard from Lisa's mother that he was in charge of handling matters at the police station.

"elder brother."

"You want to go out?"

"yes."

Lester stopped and frowned: "It's getting cooler today, so put on a coat before going out.

The age difference between the brother and sister is a bit large, so they can't talk together. They only greet each other when they meet on weekdays. The sudden concern made Lisa uncomfortable: "There is a coat in the car."

"where are you going?"

"Clearwater Bay."

Lester's eyes narrowed slightly and he said calmly: "I happen to be going there too, so I'll see you there on the way."

Chapter 8

Lisa had always been intimidated by her stern brother, so when he offered, she responded without thinking, "Okay."

At Clearwater Bay, the courier had been waiting downstairs for a while. Lisa used the key to open the package. As she peeled back the tape and saw the customized invitations inside, her heart tightened.

It was an invitation she had designed herself, featuring cute, cartoonish portraits of her and Adam, with a bright red "Joy" character glaring up at her, its significance painfully clear.

"Please throw it away for me."

The courier looked confused. "Isn’t this an important item?"

Not long ago, the contents of the box would have been incredibly important to Lisa. She had cherished everything related to Adam, treating them as treasures she’d guard with her life.

For five years, she had poured all her love and energy into him. And now, in an instant, he had become the subject of mockery.

"No, just take 20 dollars for the shipping cost. Please take care of it for me," Lisa said flatly.

The courier immediately softened. "No problem."

After taking care of the delivery, Lisa turned to leave. That’s when she spotted Adam standing beneath the magnolia tree.

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, he still looked every bit as handsome as before, though there were dark circles under his eyes, hinting at his exhaustion. He stood there holding his briefcase, staring at Lisa with an unreadable expression.

Without any warmth, he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"The wedding items I ordered were delivered here since they couldn’t be intercepted in time. Don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of it," Lisa said, determined not to engage further. She turned to walk away.

"Stop."

Adam quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm. "Since you’ve come all the way here, I might as well give you something too, so you won’t feel like you’ve wasted a trip."

"Atty. Jackson, I don’t think there’s anything more to discuss between us," Lisa replied, shaking off his grip. Her eyes, filled with sorrow, met his. "If I’m guilty, the police will arrest me. It’s not your job to take action."

Adam’s expression darkened, his tone dripping with contempt. "Lisa, you overestimate yourself. I told you—I’ll make you pay for the harm you’ve caused, tenfold."

With that, he grabbed a document from his briefcase and threw it toward her face.

The bold, glaring word "Indictment" on the cover of the document hurt Lisa’s eyes like a physical blow.

Her once-proud fiancé, a lawyer known for his victories, was now using the law as a weapon against her.

"What is this supposed to mean?" Lisa’s shoulders trembled with fury, her voice trembling with disbelief.

There was a determination to fight to the end in Adam's expression: "Don't think that the Hale family can hide the truth because they have a few dirty money. I swear to personally send you to prison and avenge Emilie, even at the risk of my future and reputation." !”

Emilie, who lost one leg, lived in agony with tears every day. How could this woman get away with it?

Lisa's heart has long since died for this man, and now she can no longer feel the pain.

But anger can.

She slapped Adam with her backhand and cursed angrily: "Adam, you are crazy. What kind of ecstasy soup did Emilie fill you with? You are a lawyer, and you need evidence in everything!"

"Surveillance is irrefutable evidence!"

"I'm not the one monitoring the people in there!"

"It's you! It's you who are jealous of Emilie, your mind is vicious, and it's your love that turns you into hatred! What you lost was just a marriage, but what Emilie lost was a leg, and her entire life!"