The crowd burst into shouts and curses as the footage played. “I knew that woman Juliette had been after Owen all along!”
“She must have driven Zara to her death on purpose, that’s why she protected the murderer!”
“Just because she liked Owen, she let innocent Zara die?”
The memory was being torn from me, the pain so fierce that even my tongue felt numb, yet I still looked at Owen with a trace of affection. They weren’t wrong, the person I had truly loved was always him.
People began picking up stones and clumps of dirt, some even kicked off their shoes and threw them at me. I was hit again and again until blood ran down my face, humiliation washing over me completely.
Owen’s bloodshot eyes locked on me before turning toward the screen.
In the footage, I had sighed and taken Zara’s love letter. She spun around, her face glowing with joy as she said she had baked an egg cake and would go home to bring it.
But the moment she left, I wrapped my arms around Owen.
The crowd exploded. “My God! Is that even human!”
“Her sister just left, and she hugs her sister’s boyfriend! How shameless can she be!”