He was Guilty, and I Called It LoveChapter 1

Verity's POV

My parents were brutally murdered and dismembered at home. At the time, our company was on the verge of going bankrupt.

I begged my fiancé for help, but he turned his back on me—and went on to marry Sylvie Gaines in a so-called “wedding of the century.”

Just when I was drowning in despair, his older brother, a police officer, proposed to me right there at the funeral.

He promised to be my rock for life and vowed to uncover the truth behind my parents’ murder case.

I said yes without hesitation.

But in the end, the case went cold.

Consumed by grief, Monty Griffith took care of all the funeral arrangements himself and brought me back to live with the Griffiths.

For five years after we got married, everything seemed fine—until one day, I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and Detective Bishop, his close friend from the police department.

“Monty, Sylvie was clearly the only suspect in the Raleighs’ murder case. Why’d you drop the investigation? Doesn’t your job mean anything to you? You’ve let Verity live under the same roof as the murderer for five years—what if she finds out?”