"Are you Rebecca Herrera? Someone reported you for suspected intentional homicide. Please come with us."
I asked indifferently, "Was it Hudson Lenart who called the police?"
The officer nodded in response.
Therefore, I endured the trembling all over my body and swallowed the salty blood in my throat before getting into the police car.
When we got to the interrogation room, the police officer began to ask me in detail about the motive and process of the murder and I told him everything without any emotion.
Seeing my messy bald head and dried bloodstains, a female officer looked at me with a sympathetic expression.
"Miss Herrera, since he's already fallen for someone else, why limit yourself to just one option?" she asked.
I stared at the female officer in a daze. Why?
It's just because he offered me a piece of candy in the sea of suffering.
At that time, my parents' marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement. To rescue his collapsing company, my father abandoned his lover of five years and chose to marry my mother.
Shortly after the wedding, his ex-girlfriend secretly gave birth to his son and by the time my father found out, the boy was already six years old.