I Saw My Tragic Future Through A Random Wedding Forum Poll Chapter 07

I Saw My Tragic Future Through A Random Wedding Forum Poll Chapter 07

I stared at the words 28-year-old woman on the news alert for a long time.

Cillian saw it too, but he didn’t ask anything. He simply pulled the blanket higher over me.

“When you’re better, I’ll take you home.”

Three days after Darcy was taken into custody, the case took a turn.

Cillian set down his phone and looked at me.

“Darcy talked.”

I sat in my wheelchair with half a glass of warm water in my

“What did she say?”

“Everything.”

I watched the recording of her police interview.

hands.

Darcy sat in a plain metal chair, her makeup smeared and her eyes swollen from crying. She looked nothing like the polished, put-together woman I had always known.

“I’ll talk. I’ll tell you everything.”

Her voice was hoarse.

“Maribel told me to hit Carys with the car. The whole thing was her idea from the start.”

The detective asked, “Why did you do what she told you?”

Darcy went silent for a few seconds. Her lips trembled.

“I was jealous of Carys. Her looks, her career, her relationship… she had everything I could never

have.”

She swallowed.

“Three years ago, I messed with her ballet shoes in the company dressing room. I put shards of

glass inside the toe box.”

My eyes widened.

My best friend.

All those years of friendship had been fake.

Darcy lowered her head.

“But Carys didn’t wear them that day. A young understudy did.”

“She fell during rehearsal and injured her spine. She never walked again.”

The detective leaned forward.

“What does that have to do with Maribel?”

“There were security cameras in the dressing room. I don’t know how, but Maribel got the

footage.”

Darcy’s hands started shaking.

“She came to me and played the video right in front of me.”

“She said if I did what she wanted, no one would ever see it. But if I refused, she’d go to the police

and send the footage to the ballet company and the media.”

“After that, I did whatever she told me to do. I kept tabs on Carys. I helped her take over Carys’s wedding. I found buyers for the condo.”

Her voice dropped.

“And then I drove the car.”

The detective asked, “Anything else?”

Darcy was silent for a long time.

“There’s one thing I’ve been too scared to think about.”

She swallowed hard.

“Maribel’s fiancé, Keaton Pryce, died in a car crash last year.”

“The night before it happened, Maribel called me out of nowhere and asked me to give her an alibi. She told me to say we’d spent the whole evening watching movies together.”

“I agreed.”

“The next morning, she asked me to go to her house and get rid of some clothes. A black jacket and dark pants.”

There were oily stains on the cuffs and hem.”

The detective asked, “What kind of oil?”

“It smelled like motor oil.”

The room on the recording fell silent for a few seconds.

“She told me to get rid of the clothes, so I cut them up and dumped them at a municipal transfer

station.”

Darcy stared down at her hands.

“I was too scared to ask questions back then. But now that I think about it…”

She didn’t finish.

She didn’t have to.

When the recording ended, the room around me went silent.

My fingers felt ice-cold against the glass.

Keaton.

A car crash.

Motor oil.

A fake alibi.

Maribel had sobbed over him in front of everyone like her heart had been ripped apart.

But maybe his death hadn’t been an accident at all.

Maybe she had planned it.

Cillian shut off the screen and crouched in front of me.

“The police are reopening the investigation into Keaton’s death.”

I nodded.

“What about the clothes?”

“The transfer station keeps three years of security footage. The Rowe legal team is working on getting it now”

His expression turned serious.

“Carys, if this checks out, Maribel won’t just be dealing with the attack on you.”

I looked down at my right leg in its cast.

My ballet career was gone.

My baby was gone.

My wedding had been a lie.

My best friend had been someone else’s pawn.

And the woman who had cried harder than anyone through all of it might have blood on her hands.

“Find out,” I said.

“Everything.”