He Killed Me for His Wife, So I Exposed Her Betrayal Chapter 11

He Killed Me for His Wife, So I Exposed Her Betrayal Chapter 11

At that, she pressed a hand to her stomach and squeezed out tears.

She was a brilliant actress.

So brilliant, it almost sounded real.

After listening to her story, Desmond turned to look at me, suspicion creeping back into his eyes.

Everyone else in the room stared at me, too.

I didn’t panic. I asked Helena directly, “When did this happen?”

Helena sat up a little straighter and answered quickly.

“At noon. You did it at noon, and now you’re trying to deny it?”

She was using her old tactic.

Strike first, then declare her version of events as fact.

I looked at her coldly.

“I was home all day. I never went out. If you’re saying you had the miscarriage at noon, then show everyone your admission records.”

I knew for a fact that Helena’s “incident” had happened at night.

And during that time, I had been with Desmond.

Everyone here could vouch for me.

As long as we could pinpoint the time she lost the baby, her story would fall apart.

But to my surprise, Helena showed no sign of panic.

She glanced at Leo.

Leo immediately opened the bedside cabinet and pulled out a hospital admission form.

He unfolded it for everyone to see.

It clearly stated that Helena had been admitted at twelve o’clock noon.