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The next morning, I was awakened by the ringing of my cell phone. The voice on the phone seemed unfamiliar, and asked, "Is this Ms. Elaine?"

I responded, “Yes.”

The other party continued, "Your husband, Lincoln, was in a car accident this morning and died on the spot. Please come to the police station."

I responded calmly, “Okay.”

However, after hanging up the call, I unconsciously tightened my grip on the phone.

After I packed up, I went to the police station. The police told me that the accident was caused by brake failure. Because it happened at an intersection with heavy traffic, the situation was very serious.

Brake failure?

Yes, that car did have brake failure.

I just drove that car yesterday.

There was an important meeting at the company, but I left the documents I needed at home. Since the company was not far from home, I drove home to get them.

When I was almost home, a puppy suddenly jumped out on the road. I stepped on the brakes, but found it was no use.

Fortunately, the dog was frightened and ran away.

After getting the documents, I switched to another old spare car.

But I was a little skeptical at the time. The car had been bought not long ago and there were no problems with its normal use. How could the brakes suddenly fail?

This gave me a bad guess.

So, after finishing my work at the company yesterday, I secretly went back home, went to the security room, and found an excuse to check the surveillance.

Just as I expected, Lincoln had secretly tampered with the car...

Before leaving the police station, I asked the police if there was anyone else in the car.

He looked at me strangely, but told me that Lincoln was the only one there.

I pretended to be sad about the loss of my husband, but I sighed secretly in my heart.

What’s more damnable is that the person was not in the car.

Lincoln's affair was something he had hidden very well.

Maybe I was too busy with my career and didn't realize that he had already had other intentions.

It wasn't until the anonymous text message arrived that I gradually became aware of it.

The first message was a photo sent by an anonymous person. It showed two hands clasped together, and on the ring finger of one hand, she wore the same ring as mine.

After that, she sometimes sent me some explicit chat records, or when Lincoln came home late, she told me that he was making dinner for her.

Even on my birthday, she sent me a text message: "Sorry, I don't want him to accompany you today."

She was like a hostess, declaring Lincoln's inner ownership to me from time to time.

If it was just a simple provocation, I would have let it go. But once before, I overheard Lincoln saying on the phone: "Baby, you are right. If she is gone, the money and the company will be ours. What do you say we should do..."

After hearing this, my hair stood on end and I was extremely angry.

At first, it was me who took in Lincoln, who had failed in his business , so that he could have a job.

In the end, I just raised an ungrateful person who wanted to bite me at any time.

But I know that the most vicious person is that woman. She wants people, money, and life!

When I discovered all this, I found out I was pregnant.

But this won't change anything. My wolfish ambition cannot be withdrawn, and I won't choose to endure it for the sake of the so-called child. Sitting there and waiting to die is just waiting to die.

So, I decided to strike out.

I realized that the other party was not a simple woman and I didn't dare to take it lightly.

I never knew who that woman was, so before Lincoln got into trouble, I hired a private detective to follow him, hoping to get solid evidence that the two of them were having an affair.

During this period, I was indeed living in fear. I knew Lincoln would not openly murder me, but I was still afraid that maybe the woman would instigate him one day and Lincoln would strangle me in the middle of the night.

Just in case, I prepared backup asthma medicine and deliberately put a bottle of medicine in the place where I originally placed it as a test.

That woman really wanted to take advantage of my asthma attack and let Lincoln kill me.

But no matter how careful I was, I couldn't prevent them from going to great lengths to kill me, even tampering with the car.

Yesterday, when Lincoln saw that nothing happened to me, he casually asked me if there was any problem with my car. He said that his car needed to be sent in for maintenance and we could repair it together.

I told him there was some problem with the brakes but it was fixed.

So he took the car and went to find the woman.

In the end, he was buried in his own hands. It can only be said that evil will be punished.

Good people don't intentionally harm others. It is the malice of the wicked that makes them choose to walk through the darkness.

If I hadn't discovered it in time, I might have been the one who died today!

Thinking of this, my eyes turned red and were filled with hatred.

If Lincoln is the executioner, then that woman is the one who gave the order behind the scene, and she should be held accountable for what she has done!

I have always wanted to see which woman has been touching my bottom line again and again!