My Forensic Wife Killed Our Daughter for Her Lover

Chapter 1

At that moment, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. 'What does that mean? Give up our daughter for him?' The message on Greta's phone left me questioning everything. With shaking hands, I dialed the unknown number from the draft message.

Ding!

The call connected, and a voice I vaguely recognized answered. "Hello, who is this?"

I was silent, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest.

"Why aren't you speaking? Greta?" The caller called out my wife's name, and my heart dropped. Greta must have called without speaking before, too.

"Is it you?" he asked.

Having receiving no response, the person on the other end suddenly got irritated. "I've told you I don't have feelings for you. Your daughter's death isn't my responsibility, so stop bothering me, okay?"

"Your daughter's death was an accident. Who could have known she would just die like that? If you try to blackmail me with this, I swear I'll tell Ryan you're chasing after me behind your family."

I ended the call quickly, my mind spinning. I felt a warm rush to my nose, a wave of fury washing over me.

As someone with a literature degree, I found myself at a loss for words. I stared at the phone for what felt like eternity.

I wanted to wake Greta beside me and demand to know who the man on the phone was and how our daughter died.

'Was it an accident, or had she known all along?' I couldn't shake off the mess in my head.

But deep down, I felt I already knew the answer.

I sat by the window, lighting one cigarette after another.

I thought about confronting Greta, letting her know I was aware of the truth, urging her to confess. But I remembered she was willing to let the truth about our daughter's death disappear for the man on the phone. I was scared she might protect the real culprit if I questioned her now.

Finally, I decided to find out the truth on my own. The person responsible must face justice and pay for my daughter's death.

Glancing at Greta, the accomplice sleeping beside me, I was determined to make her regret.