To my surprise, the police issued the check-in records of me and male escorts, my gambling records, and the psychological counseling history of my husband.

What was worse, the police found my diamond necklace and fingerprints at the explosion site.

With so much evidence, I couldn't contradict it.

For an instant, the indignant crowd surrounded me.

"She looks pretty, but she is evil indeed!"

"Her husband treated her well, but she killed him!"

"She should be punished! Luckily, her mother is righteous!"

"Shoot her! She deserves to die for murdering!"

The furious crowd attacked me with the broken glass at the explosion site. The burning metal fragments cut my skin.

I was covered with wounds. Indelible ugly scars were felt on my cheeks.

Some people used their phones to live stream crazily. Millions of people online swarmed into the live stream and watched it.

In a blaze of abuse, I suffered from the most malicious language violence.

Finally, it was my mother who sent me to the jail.

Life in jail was as horrible as hell. Some prisoners maliciously targeted me. Under their abuse, I passed away soon.

Before I died, I still couldn't understand why my gentle considerate husband and my bestie colluded in framing me for having affairs and gambling.

More confusingly, why did my mother have the heart to lie and push me to a dead end? After all, she loved me all the time.

In this life, I would unmask the truth and prove my innocence!

...

I kept calm and looked at Samuel.

When he was about to leave, I grabbed him gently and said, "Honey, can you lend me your phone? My phone is out of power. I need to contact my assistant."

Samuel took out his phone and said, "The password is your birthday. You know it."

After he said so, he turned his back to me and packed his briefcase with ease.

He looked natural and defenseless.

However, the franker he was, the more uneasy I felt. His poised attitude made me more suspicious.

I made an excuse, went to the study, and checked his phone.

I checked the address book, social Apps, and album.

I checked everywhere suspicious.

However, except for me, there were no traces of other women in Samuel's phone.

He had never contacted Turi.

His phone was full of my traces. Even the background of his social Apps was our photo.

He didn't look like a man without feelings for his wife and wanted a divorce.

When I was lost in thought, Samuel reminded me outside the door gently, "Honey, it's time for me to leave."

I hesitated, tugged at his clothes, and said, "Can you stay at home with me today?"

Samuel stroked my hair with affection and smiled, "I have such an excellent wife. Of course, I need to work hard. The new project is at a critical moment. I must keep an eye on it."

I pretended to be wronged and said, "Is your work more important than me?"

Samuel said gently, "Silly girl, you're my whole world. You're beautiful. I would like to be with you every day."

His handsome face was full of affection.

He kissed my forehead gently and said, "I love you most. Don't overthink it."

I felt more confused but didn't reveal it in front of him.

Not long after Samuel left, Turi suddenly arrived.

My mother said, "Turi, why didn't you tell us that you would come here? I didn't have time to prepare."

My mother walked quickly out of the kitchen and warmly invited Turi to the living room.

My mother and Turi looked polite and aloof. It seemed that they were not familiar with each other and didn't contact each other behind my back.

I stood up to make coffee and observed Turi's move secretly.

Turi carried an exquisite imported fruit gift box, gracefully smoothed her dress, and said, "Auntie, I brought it here for you and Olivia."

My mother picked up the freshest fruit, washed it, handed it to me, and said, "It's the fruit that Turi brought for you. Have a taste."

I forced myself to eat it and had mixed feelings.

After my father passed away five years ago, my mother and I lived together and helped each other.

I dealt with the family business, and my mother took good care of me.

I thought we were the closest mother and daughter in the world. However, my mother pushed me to a dead end.

Noting that I was absent-minded, Turi asked, "What's wrong with you, Olivia? You don't look well.

"Would you like to go to see a doctor? I will go with you."

Turi said as she picked up the car key in her bag.

I shook my head and temporized her, "I didn't sleep well. I just need to take a rest."

Turi doubtfully touched my forehead and exposed a twisted scar on her waist.

The scar stung my eyes and made me feel more confused.

In my previous life, Turi was close to me. She was like my sister.

She was gentle and generous. When we were in college, she took good care of me. Others misunderstood we were sisters.

After graduation, I invited her to hold the post of an important position. I trusted her.

But she refused every time. She said that our friendship couldn't be valued by benefits. She just liked me.

When I was seriously ill and needed a kidney, she donated me a kidney without hesitation to save me.

I often felt lucky that I had such a good friend.

I didn't expect my most trusted bestie to destroy my life a few hours later.

What was sadder, my mother, who loved me so much all the time, would be the accomplice in killing me.

What was going on?

...

There were only three hours left until the explosion.

After Turi left, my mother went to play cards as usual.

I had no clues and could only drive to watch Samuel's studio far away.

I would be accused of killing my husband and be cursed. I would be tortured in the dark and damp cell and die miserably in the end. Such an ending wrenched at my heart. I had the impulse to rush into the studio to stop everything.

What had happened in my previous life was too sudden. I even didn't have the time to consider it.

Luckily, I got another chance. This time, I wouldn't be bullied!

Staring at the light from the studio, I had a brainstorm.

Why did Samuel suddenly accuse me of cheating on him and gambling? How did he get the evidence and the diagnosis from the hospital?

If Turi regarded me as her bestie, why didn't she tell me when she found it strange? On the contrary, she showed up to accuse me when it broke out.

My mother and I had lived together and helped each other for so many years. Why did my mother back up Turi when it broke it?

I had so many questions and couldn't figure them out. My mind was in a mess.

I leaned against the steering wheel and tried my best to calm myself down. It was a play of time.

I carefully thought about the traces of my previous life. After an hour and a half, suddenly, I had a moment of enlightenment!

I couldn't wait to contact my assistant and say, "Investigate these things at all costs right now!"

After I hung up, I felt uneasy. My hands were covered with cold sweat.

I felt as if time had somehow been stretched. My heart beat fast.