My Forensic Wife Killed Our Daughter for Her Lover

Chapter 2

The voice on the phone was eerily familiar. Maybe it was the nicotine dulling my senses, but a name surfaced in my mind—Lucas.

He was the man who grew up with my wife, the one she had loved for twelve years.

I couldn't stay calm any longer. The pain in my heart and the numbness spreading through my limbs drove me to kick the flower stand, sending the pot crashing to the floor.

The loud noise woke Greta. She blinked sleepily and turned on the bedside lamp. "What are you doing over there? Why is the flower pot broken?"

Her words made my blood boil, but I swallowed my rage, keeping it hidden in the shadows. "I was thinking about our daughter, and the grief made me knock it over."

When I mentioned our daughter, something flickered in Greta's eyes. "Honey, she's gone. No matter how much it hurts, we have to move on. That's what she would want for us."

But it was impossible to move on, especially with unanswered questions about our daughter's death gnawing at me.

"Greta, I don't understand why Ada went over one mile away to play by the river," I probed, observing Greta's expression.

"She had asthma and was always careful. She never went anywhere far without telling me. So why this time? Why did she end up by the river, where she breathed in all that reed pollen and suffocated?" I added.

"Could someone have taken her there on purpose?" I tried hard to hold back my anger and asked calmly.

"Did someone cause her death intentionally? Who might it be? Was it someone we know?" I pressed further.

These questions filled with suspicion left Greta, a forensic expert, speechless. She hesitated, not knowing how to respond, and finally sighed, got out of bed, and walked over to me.

She embraced me gently, "Honey, I know Ada's death has made you very sad. As her mother, I am heartbroken too. But it's already happened, and my colleagues have also concluded that it was just an accident."

But I didn't believe it.

Since learning of Ada's death, I only saw her body from a distance before Greta stopped me. She said it would be used as evidence for the investigation, and I believed her. Later, Greta secretly cremated our daughter's body, saying it was just an accident, and I believed her again.

But now, the unsent text message and a man's words made me realize that the woman in front of me was not to be trusted.

Everything she did was to destroy evidence and exonerate the real culprit.

"But Greta, I just saw our daughter. She asked me to avenge her." I said, knowing it would stir emotions in her heart.