Fred whipped his head so fast toward me when he heard my words. His eyes were burning with anger as if he wanted to kill me.
However, I pretended I did not see his angry gaze. To make my acting more believable, I shrunk my body and looked at the police timidly.
The police turned his attention toward Fred and asked, "Were you the one who drove the car?"
Fred gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He shook his head raised his hand and pointed at me then moved his hand to Megan. "No, I wan't. It was her."
Megan was my friend at the college. She was stunningly beautiful and had a gentle nature. After she knew I was marrying a rich man after graduation, she often visited my house.
Last night, after we drank some beer, she claimed that she had drunk too much and was too intoxicated to drive home. She even insisted that Fred to drive her car. Then they left together.
Megan bit her lips and after some time, with great difficulty, she finally nodded and said, "It was me, Officer."
As for their cheating, I sneered in my heart. I knew my husband too well. He was born into a rich family so he had a lot of money to spend. He loved enjoying a luxurious life, drinking and indulging himself.