The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 190 The Truth Exposed

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Elsa could only swallow her resentment and unwillingness as she tightened her grip around John.

Just as fear clawed its way through her chest, Wendy’s voice came through the video again.

“Yes, I told them to crash into your car. You weren’t drunk. But the truth doesn’t matter. What matters is that everyone believes you were drunk and injured someone. That they think you deserve to die. That’s enough. Hold her down!”

Wendy then turned to her burgundy luxury car, retrieving two bottles of strong liquor.

In high heels and a gleeful, twisted grin, she moved like a vengeful specter. As the two men held Lily down, she cruelly forced the alcohol into Lily’s mouth.

Lily struggled with everything she had.

But the two men were far too strong, and she was already hurt. She didn’t stand a chance.

In no time at all, Wendy had poured both bottles of liquor down her throat.

Lily tried to lift her head, fighting to stay conscious. But the alcohol was too strong, her injuries too severe. She couldn’t hold on. She slumped forward, collapsing lifelessly over the steering wheel.

And Wendy wasn’t finished.

After instructing the truck driver to wreck her own car, she calmly opened a prepared packet of fake blood and poured every drop of it over herself, completely unfazed.

The video ended there.

But the truth was already laid bare.

Lily had never touched Wendy.

It was Wendy who orchestrated everything–she had the truck crash into Lily’s car, injured her, and then staged a fake drunk–driving scene.

The blood on Wendy had been fake.

She didn’t need emergency

never in critical

hospital to fake the entire situation and

that causes serious injury? A

would’ve been

already spread like wildfire across

that she be punished by

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monster.

wanted to ruin her completely–drag her through the mud, leave her humiliated

to claim Lily drunk–drove and

with such force that

raised his head, face blank. Before he could speak, she cut in again, voice

want to teach Lily a lesson?

with mockery. “The blood was fake. The injuries were fake. So tell me, Simon, which life exactly

She didn’t stop.

fooled by surface appearances. Look at the evidence. And this Elsa beside you… I understand loyalty. It’s fine to help a friend once in a while. But believing every lie she tells? Losing

I

twisted

that the Wendy he’d

to stand up

turned his head, eyes locking

delicate neck–now bruised and marked, the red prints darkening to a sickening blue–purple. It was a horrifying

so much tonight–wounded, terriffed,

she was okay. Not once had he shown concern. Instead,

in his proud and reckless life, regret clawed at him. He

expression was