My Husband Framed Me For His Mother’s Murder Chapter 02

My Husband Framed Me For His Mother’s Murder Chapter 02

As long as I didn’t end up alone at home with Patricia tonight, they couldn’t frame me.

I gripped the wheel, took a deep breath, and floored the gas.

The engine roared as the car shot forward.

I aimed straight for a thick concrete barrier by the roadside and hit it head-on.

A deafening crash exploded, and the car shook violently.

The next second, the airbag deployed and cushioned me.

I rested my head against the seat.

An intense wave of dizziness washed over me.

My head throbbed as if I had been hit with a hammer.

Soon, I felt warm blood trickling down my forehead.

Through blurred vision, I saw more and more people gathering around.

Some were filming with their phones, while others were calling for help.

A few officers in high-vis yellow vests pushed through the crowd and quickly approached the car.

“Ma’am, are you okay? Can you hear us?” an officer’s voice came through the glass.

I tried to speak, but no sound came out.

Soon, I was lifted onto a stretcher.

Only after I was sure I was in the ambulance did I close my eyes and briefly lose consciousness.

At the hospital, a doctor treated the wound on my head.

By then, my head had cleared considerably.

I opened my eyes slightly and glanced at the digital clock on the wall.

It was exactly 7:00 p.m.

I closed my eyes again and told myself to hold on for just ten more minutes until the time of the supposed fall.

During that time, I learned the truth through the comments.

It turned out Michael and Jessica had been seeing each other for a while.

Michael wanted me to leave the marriage with nothing but couldn’t find a good reason.

On top of that, Patricia had recently been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.

Michael thought she was a burden, expensive and high-maintenance.

So the two of them came up with this vicious plan.

After they sent me to court, Michael would cry his heart out, telling the judge how I constantly abused his mother and said I wanted her dead.

He would successfully stir up public outrage.

Thousands would sign a petition demanding a harsh sentence.

The police would also present surveillance footage supposedly showing me driving into the garage at 7:00 p.m., taking the elevator to the tenth floor.

A neighbor would also testify to hearing me yelling and hitting Patricia.

Ten minutes later, a loud crash. She would fall from the balcony on time and die instantly.

With all that evidence, I would be sentenced to death.

And Michael and Jessica would have gotten rid of a burden, collected a large insurance payout, seized my assets, and put me in prison.

Reading those comments made my blood run cold.

Two monsters had been right beside me all along, hiding in plain sight.

I didn’t know how they planned to fake the scene or make it look like I was guilty.

But for now, I just had to be patient.