My wife Hannah Castro ran someone over with her car, then called me to take the blame for her. I gladly agreed. My lawyer friend warned me not to go. “It wasn’t your wife driving. She was getting intimate with your assistant in the car. Please don’t go. She blocked you from her livestream, but not us—we all saw what happened.” I didn’t listen. I deeply love my wife and would do anything she asks. My parents begged me with their lives not to go, but I still let the police take me away in handcuffs. The next day, Hannah came to me with two divorce agreements, demanding I sign over all my assets to her. My son Joel Grant, with red-rimmed eyes, said, “I don’t have a murderer for a father. Evan is my real dad.” Seeing their smug expressions, I signed my name on the divorce papers. I laughed coldly inside. This was just the beginning. ***** After agreeing to take the blame for Hannah, I rushed to the scene. Seeing my stubbornness, my lawyer friend sent me her livestream video directly. Hannah and my assistant Evan Ford were sitting on top of each other in the driver’s seat, having sex. Evan’s hands moved dominantly across Hannah’s back. Hannah moaned continuously, clearly very into it. Her body shuddered intensely, and Evan reached toward the passenger seat, seemingly trying to grab something. But before he could get it, the engine suddenly started. The camera angle switched to outside the car. The vehicle spun out of control and quickly struck a pedestrian. Acting as if I hadn’t seen the video, I stubbornly insisted on taking the blame for Hannah. When I arrived at the scene, I found the little boy’s parents holding his body, weeping. Just as I was about to comfort them, Hannah, who had been hiding nearby, suddenly pushed me in front of the boy’s parents and said, “He was driving the car. He ran a red light at high speed and killed your son.” The child’s father punched me in rage. “I want you to pay with your life for my child!” My head was knocked sideways, but Hannah and Evan just watched coldly. Onlookers cursed at me: “You were so careless behind the wheel! People like you deserve to die! Beat him!” But I just smiled. As I got up to confess my fault to the child’s father, suddenly my parents rushed forward to stop me. “That bitch was driving the car! She was cheating on you! Don’t be fooled by her! We have a phone recording! Listen!” Seeing my father about to play the recording in front of everyone, Hannah and Evan’s faces turned deathly pale. They tried to grab the phone but were blocked by the crowd. “Are you two feeling guilty about something?” They stopped trying, but I stepped forward to stop my father. He insisted on clearing my name, but the moment he played the recording, he froze. “Honey, I’m almost home. Okay, I’ll drive faster!” Somehow, it was my voice on the recording. Hannah and Evan instantly broke into smug smiles. I shot my parents an apologetic look, then bowed to the child’s parents. “I was driving the car. I will take full responsibility. I’m sorry.”
My father confronted me, “What are you trying to do? Before your mother and I arrived, the sound in this recording wasn’t like this at all. Why are you taking the blame for that home-wrecker?” My mother tearfully pleaded, “Leon, is there something you can’t tell us? Tell us, and we’ll definitely help you!” I said, “Dad, Mom, there’s nothing I can’t say. I’m the one who hit and killed him.” My mom hit me in disappointment. “What’s so good about Hannah that makes you do this? This is your entire life at stake!” Hannah immediately snapped at my parents, “Can’t you ever wish me well? Who else would give you grandchildren if not for me? Your son killed someone, and instead of thinking about compensating the victim’s family, you’re just trying to make me take the blame?” My dad was so angry he had a cerebral hemorrhage. As he swayed, my mother quickly caught him. She almost fell herself. After managing to help my dad lie down on the ground, she begged me, “Leon, please don’t do anything foolish. We know you didn’t hit anyone.” I clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms, but I remained silent. My silence completely broke her. She picked up a stone from the ground and was about to smash it against her own head. “If you really insist on doing this today, don’t blame me for dying right in front of you!” I was terrified and reached out to stop her. At that moment, police sirens wailed as officers got out of their cars. “Who called to turn themselves in?” an officer asked. I raised my hand and said, “I did.” I still didn’t listen to my parents, even when they threatened suicide. Handcuffs locked around my wrists. My mother couldn’t bear the shock and fainted. I was taken to the police station, where I immediately confessed. All the evidence pointed to me. The next day, a guard told me someone wanted to see me. Soon, Hannah and Evan walked in hand in hand with Joel, looking like a perfect family of three. “Leon, now that you’re in jail, you wouldn’t want Joel and me to be gossiped about, would you?” Hannah looked down at me condescendingly as she handed me divorce papers, her tone threatening. I didn’t open the agreement. I just sat quietly, looking up at the woman making unreasonable demands of me. I had loved her for ten years. To give her a better life, I practically lived at the company. But despite how busy I was, I made sure to come home every day to have dinner with her and celebrate every anniversary. Whenever she needed me, I would drop billion-dollar projects to be with her. I gave her everything. And what did she give me in return?
Seeing my silence, she impatiently said, “You love me so much, yet you won’t even fulfill this small request?” “Let Evan handle the company affairs. He’s worked for you for so long and has learned everything he needs to know. I’m confident he can take over.” Evan said, “Mr. Grant, don’t worry. After you go to prison, I’ll take good care of Hannah and Joel for you.” Hearing their shameless words, I gave a cold laugh and turned to pat Joel’s head. But unexpectedly, Joel pushed my hand away and angrily said, “Get away from me! I don’t want you to touch me. I don’t have a murderer for a father. Evan is my real dad!” I froze in place, clenching my fists. Evan smiled provocatively, “Mr. Grant, thank you for raising my wife and child all these Christmases. I’ll make sure to send you money every month so you can live comfortably in prison.” I raised an eyebrow and signed the divorce papers without hesitation. They laughed happily and started planning what to do with my money right in front of me. I just smiled faintly. Due to the serious nature of the case, the investigation was expedited, and I was sentenced to seven Christmases. During my second week in prison, my parents came to visit. They cried looking at me, not knowing what to say. “We’ll be waiting for you at home.” “I never thought you’d be so devoted,” my father sighed. Seeing my parents’ visibly thinner faces, I felt heartbroken. I said, “Dad, Mom, I have a plan. They will turn themselves in at the police station and confess that they killed that person, and that I had nothing to do with it.” They were stunned. “Leon, don’t talk nonsense to scare us. Your case is closed, you’re already in prison, and those two ungrateful people are running wild at the Grant Group. How could they possibly turn themselves in?” I smiled gently, “I’m not lying to you. You’ll see in a few days.” A week later, my parents visited me in prison again, their faces full of joy. “Leon, you were right! We just got a call saying they both went to the police station to confess. The police asked us to come in to give a statement. How did you know?” Looking at their confused faces, I calmly said, “Dad, Mom, let me tell you why this happened.”
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