Two policemen restrained me, warning me not to act out and to preserve the accident scene.
I struggled, but it was useless. I could only shout over and over, "Those bastards! I'll kill them, kill them both..."
But they were already dead, leaving me with no chance for revenge.
"Why? Why did she cheat? She was carrying our baby!
If she didn't love me, she could have asked for a divorce. Why did she have to die like this?
How am I supposed to accept this?"
I lowered my head and cried silently. After a while, my emotions settled.
The police let go of me and calmly said, "The brakes failed, and the car slammed into the truck in an instant. The dashboard camera was dead, so there's no footage."
In such a violent crash, how could Gavin's hand have stayed under Ashley's skirt?
I grabbed the officer and asked, "How is it that the camera just happened to fail at the crucial moment?"
This accident is full of suspicious details.
"The preliminary judgment is that it was an accidental crash."
The officer looked at me with a hint of sympathy.
"We understand your feelings, but respect the dead."
Forget about the betrayal. I needed the truth.
I glanced at Isabelle and my wife's adoptive sister.