Because of his large-scale fraud, her father was facing a sentence of more than ten years or life imprisonment.
He didn't want to go to jail, so he went up the rooftop to off himself.
After much of my persuasion, he finally calmed down a little.
I moved slowly over, trying to get him down.
Just as I stretched out my hand and was about to grab his shirt, she appeared.
Too ashamed to face his daughter, he slipped backwards and fell off the roof.
From where she was standing, she saw me push her father.
The only people at the scene were the two of us, with no one else to prove my innocence.
Not long after, the police came and took me back to the station for investigation.
I was suspected of both fraud and murder to silence a witness.
But after looking into it, the police found no evidence that I had committed any crime and released me without charge.
Still, she didn't trust me.
After the incident was reported in the news, netizens' belief of a deliberate murder further painted me as an unforgivable sinner.
I couldn't wrap my head around it. We'd been together for five years. Didn't she know me as a person? Didn't she even have a little bit of trust in her husband?