Seven Years of Marriage with Jake

Chapter 83

Chapter 4

In my previous life, Jessica's lies nearly drove me to the brink.

I was completely unaware of what was unfolding until Richard stormed in, furious. That was when I realized I was being blamed for something unimaginable.

I tried to explain, but Richard didn't give me a chance-he sent me straight to a harsh foreign environment.

This time, it's different. I have an alibi.

However, I was shocked when Richard hung up the phone immediately after Jessica spoke, slapped me hard, and yelled:

"You despicable woman! No wonder you were hiding Jessica's whereabouts- you caused her miscarriage!"

The slap left me stunned and reeling.

I stared at him, incredulous.

I knew Richard wasn't the sharpest; otherwise, Jessica wouldn't have been able to deceive him so easily.

But who would have thought he could be so foolish?

Given that I had been with him all the time, shouldn't he have at least verified with Jessica when it happened before accusing me?

Instead, he immediately blamed me without a second thought.

With Richard leading the charge, the crowd quickly joined in with their insults.

"I thought she was just greedy and immoral, but she's even worse!"

bad enough, but causing a miscarriage? What did her cousin do to

must be

swindle people, but she also caused a miscarriage. What did

no surprise she didn't say anything before. Turns

at me with sheer disappointment and

tried to maintain my composure and asked Richard: "Can't you

were obvious, replied: "Why would

say it

lie? It must have happened just before I found you, which is why you've been too scared

increasingly enraged, nearly grinding his

completely drained: "You really trust her that

hesitate: "Of course I believe

a scheming

asking you

Jessica's

ereabouts, and you kept

Now that the truth's

can just lie

belief in Jessica, I sighed and

I told you Jessica miscarried because she was cheating on

Would

then?"

wn

in disdain:

cover your tracks that you'd invent a story like

think everyone's as twisted as you, obsessed with

words without a second

me