The police checked the surveillance footage at the dealership. They found that I was not recorded in there. So, there was no record of me dropping off the car. However, in the city’s traffic cameras, they saw every indiscriminating thing I had done.
When my husband showed up and heard what I was being accused of, he slapped me across the face and yelled, “How could you do something so disgusting and heartless like that?"
There was nothing I could say to defend myself. I became a disgrace, a criminal, the kind of woman everyone wanted to spit on.
This incident affected my parents. The victim's family even took justice upon their hand and killed them in a car accident.
Meanwhile, in prison, I was beaten to death by my furious cellmates.
Even in my final moments, I did not understand the reason this incident happened. I was definitely sure that I had dropped the car off at the dealership.
Why didn’t the security footage show that? Why did my car end up at the scene of the crash? Why did the traffic cams say I was crashing my car into that family when I never took that road at all?
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the morning I was supposed to take the car in for maintenance.
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