“And this isn’t the first time Rachel’s jealousy made her violent. She’s repeatedly targeted my sister, even to the point where they both ended up in the hospital. I pitied her because she’s a lawyer and tried to protect her, but now my leniency has led to an even greater disaster. That’s my fault.”
He was referring to the time Chloe framed me for pushing her down the stairs—when in reality, I was the one beaten so badly I lost my child.
I closed my eyes, a bitter smile curving my lips.
“Jason Miller, let’s get a divorce.”
His face darkened instantly.
“Deal with your problems first before talking about that. Look at yourself—what a disgrace.”
Emily’s family, emboldened by his words, shouted for me to be dragged to the police station.
Jason’s voice turned to ice as he said:
“The investigation isn’t finished yet. The police will give you justice. And when it comes to sentencing, a mentally ill defendant isn’t treated the same as an ordinary criminal—you’ll have to wait.”
“As Rachel Evans’s husband, it’s my duty to apologize on her behalf. I’ve already reserved a restaurant—let’s sit down and discuss compensation.”
The family still looked uneasy.
Chloe Miller spoke up with a sweet smile.