I trudged twenty kilometers down a rain-soaked mountain trail. When my phone finally regained signal, his first call wasn’t to check on me—it was to demand I pick her up from the police station.
Normally calm and detached, Jason would repeatedly make exceptions for Chloe. He knew the best solution was to seek forgiveness, but he still raged about breaking someone’s leg.
And so it went, countless times.
In our marriage, there were always three people.
As long as Chloe frowned, I had to step aside.
I stared at the resolute man before me, his voice from our proposal echoing in my ears.
“You’ll be a lawyer, and I’ll be your strongest support—clearing every obstacle on your path to truth and justice.”
I never imagined that, in the end, the biggest obstacle to my pursuit of justice would be my own husband.
Without another glance at me, Jason Miller carried the gifts he had bought for Chloe and got into his car. At that moment, my heart completely died.
I dialed a number. When Sarah Johnson picked up, her gasp was immediate.
“You’re kidding, right? The news online—about the hit-and-run… is it true?”