After My Wife's Death, Her Younger Sister Takes a Liking to Me1
My wife's dead, and her sister has ulterior motives.
The night my wife died in a car accident, her "adoptive sister" walked into my room wearing my wife's nightgown.
"Eric, let me take your wife's place and love you!"
She pretended to offer comfort, but I knew she had been eyeing me for a long time.
And it was her who had a hand in killing my wife.
"Fine, I'll make you join her in death!"
...
My wife died in a car accident.
Her face was covered in blood, shards of glass scattered across her face, body, and her seven-month-pregnant belly.
The crash happened in an instant. She had a slight smile on her face, looking toward the driver.
The driver was someone I knew. It was her best friend, Gavin Parker.
Gavin had one hand on the steering wheel and the other under my wife's skirt.
I lifted the corner of her skirt, and rage surged through me.
Under the skirt, she was wearing nothing!
Those cheating scumbags!
My blood boiled, and I had only one thought, "I wanted to kill them!"
I grabbed the folding fruit knife from the car and stabbed it toward Gavin's hand under the skirt.
"Hey, what are you doing? Stop!"
Two policemen restrained me, warning me not to act out and to preserve the accident scene.
I struggled, but it was useless. I could only shout over and over, "Those bastards! I'll kill them, kill them both..."
But they were already dead, leaving me with no chance for revenge.
"Why? Why did she cheat? She was carrying our baby!
If she didn't love me, she could have asked for a divorce. Why did she have to die like this?
How am I supposed to accept this?"
I lowered my head and cried silently. After a while, my emotions settled.
The police let go of me and calmly said, "The brakes failed, and the car slammed into the truck in an instant. The dashboard camera was dead, so there's no footage."
In such a violent crash, how could Gavin's hand have stayed under Ashley's skirt?
I grabbed the officer and asked, "How is it that the camera just happened to fail at the crucial moment?"
This accident is full of suspicious details.
"The preliminary judgment is that it was an accidental crash."
The officer looked at me with a hint of sympathy.
"We understand your feelings, but respect the dead."
Forget about the betrayal. I needed the truth.
I glanced at Isabelle and my wife's adoptive sister.