The next moment, I realized that he was looking at the photo hanging next to the wardrobe.
It was a photo of me and Mateo.
Thinking of the sweet moment I took photos with Mateo, I felt bitter at heart.
We once loved each other so much.
But now I was desperately searching for evidence to prove that he killed me.
It was really pitiful and sad.
At this moment, Mateo touched the photo on the wall affectionately, but his tone was icy. "Violet, do you know how happy I am that you're dead? You insisted on breaking up with me even though I promised I would change. But what about you? You were as stubborn as your uncle. Now you're dead, and everything from the past will never be discovered. People still think I love you deeply."
Speaking of this, Mateo laughed frantically. "By the way, Violet, you know what? Your uncle thinks I miss you and can't accept your death. He's been investigating your case like crazy. To compensate me, he even asked his leader to promote me. Isn't it funny? Ha ha ha."
I scowled at his smug face and wished I could slap him twice. But I also felt pathetic. I had been in love with this scumbag for so many years.