As such, I reached out to a lawyer. I needed evidence—proof that Carly was the one who set the fire.
Surprisingly, the lawyer worked fast. Within two days, he sent me a video.
As I watched the screen, my hands clenched into fists. Alger and Carly stood side by side in the video, laughing as they lit fireworks together.
After finishing the video, I took a deep breath, calming the storm inside me, and picked up my phone. To my surprise, Alger answered almost immediately.
"Alger, I realize now that I was wrong," I said, keeping my voice steady. "I want to apologize to you and Carly. Can you both come to my hospital room tomorrow at noon?"
There was a pause, then a satisfied chuckle. "I knew you’d come to your senses," he said. "That’s my good wife."
The next day, right on time, he arrived with Carly.
"You’re punctual," I said with a smirk. "Eager to hear my apology, huh?"
They both nodded with smug smiles on their faces.
"But there’s just one problem," I continued, my voice turning ice-cold. "I don’t know what I’m supposed to apologize for. From beginning to end, I was the only innocent one here."
Hearing that, their smiles instantly vanished.