Chapter 7
“A fractured tibia.”
“A three–inch ice skate gash winding along her calf–deliberately inflicted.”
“Bleeding beneath the ribcage from sharp object pressure.”
“The artificial heart failed after prolonged cold exposure.”
The officer looked at Stephen’s dazed expression, pity in his voice. “Your wife was murdered in Switzerland.”
His chest heaved violently. “That lover of hers did it!”
“Did you trace her last contact?”
The officer sighed. “Any proof of this lover?”
“Michelle ran from the villa empty–handed. Didn’t you notice she had nothing when packing her things?”
“Dorothy followed her wearing ice skates, no winter gear. The wounds match skate blades.”
Stephen stared in disbelief. “What’re you implying?”
“That Dorothy killed Michelle?”
“Impossible! She’s too kind…”
His voice died as Dorothy entered the station.
The officer pointed to skates in an evidence bag. “She scrubbed them clean, but Luminol revealed blood traces.”
Perhaps Dorothy assumed Switzerland’s distance would hide the truth.
She’d kept those skates like trophies at home.
How absurd.
In the interrogation room, Dorothy initially denied everything.
Only when shown surveillance footage and evidence did she confess.
Stephen, shattered, demanded: “Why hurt me?”
She glared, teeth clenched. “I hated her superiority complex.”
“Why did teachers praise her as an art genius but call me talentless?”
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“Why did she have everything? A gorgeous rich husband, perfect daughter? I had to destroy it all!”
Stephen slammed his fist against the wall, blood dripping.
Cold fury masked his pain. “Who do you think you are?”
“You’re unworthy to breathe Michelle’s air.”
Dorothy sneered. “Unworthy?”
“Her family, her husband–they’re mine!”
“Yet even in death, you resented her.”
“Stephen, you and Mila will never know her sacrifices!”
Her shriek pierced Stephen like needles.
He lunged past restraining officers. “What did you say?”
“What did Michelle do?!”
Dorothy remained silent until jailed.
Just endless mocking.
“You killed her!”
“Your neglect, hanging up her desperate call–you murdered her!”
“Know why she fled into blizzards with a broken leg?”
“I lied that Mila was lost. That fool valued you both above life itself.”
Stephen crumpled to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
He ordered his secretary to trace the origin of my artificial heart.
Stephen stood frozen like a statue, unable to move as he opened the file folder.
Years ago, little Man had been urgently hospitalized with heart failure, awaiting a heart transplant match.
His right eye had been maliciously blinded by thugs bribed by a rival bidding company.
While both suffered in hospital beds, the hospital suddenly notified them of matching heart and cornea donors.
I, their dutiful wife and mother, vanished without warning.
Dorothy claimed I’d eloped with a long–time secret crush.
At first, neither Stephen nor Man believed it–until months after successful surgeries, I still hadn’t returned.
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Back then, my chest held an artificial heart while my left eye saw only blurred shapes.
Half a year later, I finally recovered enough to come home.
But Stephen and Man greeted me with hatred, believing I’d abandoned them at their most vulnerable.
Neither knew Stephen’s new eyes and Man’s beating heart were mine.
There was never any affair or betrayal.
Only my boundless love and sacrifice.
I’d rather break my own body than let my husband live in darkness or my daughter face an incomplete life.
Yet these two souls I cherished most ultimately pushed me toward death.
Stephen ripped through the investigation documents like a madman.
My organ donation consent form. The heart and cornea compatibility reports…
He tore the papers apart with desperate force.
“Michelle, this is all my fault.”
“I found out too late… Please don’t blame me.”
But no matter how bitterly he wept, I could no longer hold him gently or whisper comfort.
Stephen’s world no longer had Michelle in it.
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