Around the corner of the corridor, under the cold white lights, Mariam had stood on tiptoe, gripping Charlton’s sleeve as she kissed him.
He said he rejected her, but his body was rigid and he did not pull away. His gaze flickered, and he even leaned in slightly, as if accepting her intimacy.
At the time, my blood boiled, but I forced myself to swallow my anger.
For the sake of my child, I did not want to tear our marriage apart.
I also knew that Mariam, though merely an assisting doctor, was the hospital director’s daughter. We could not afford to offend them.
But later, those two—those monsters—had been together. They were the ones who killed my child and pushed me into the abyss!
My fingertips went cold as I tightened my fist.
I unfolded the scrap of paper hidden against my chest. My heart lurched when I read the shaky handwriting.
[If you plan to overturn the case, I’m willing to be a witness. The silence of five years has tormented me. I’m sorry.]
Tears pricked at my eyes at the sight of the crooked, slanted characters. After being shrouded in darkness for so long, in that moment, I finally saw a sliver of hope.