My Forensic Wife Killed Our Daughter for Her Lover

Chapter 5

Maybe it was because I was avoiding home or because she couldn't bear to face our daughter's things, Greta remained at the forensic department after telling her I needed to clear my head. She only returned home briefly to grab clothes, and even I could barely see her.

I expected she might seek out Lucas, but she didn't. She seemed patient, but I was running out of time.

I sent Lucas a message, asking him to meet me at Greta's workplace.

He didn't reply until the evening. [Greta, are you crazy, changing your number all the time just to bother me? I'll say it one last time—your daughter's death has nothing to do with me or my son. She was fragile; a little push, and she was gone.]

[If you love me, you'd be wise to keep quiet about this,] another message was followed.

I swallowed my anger and replied, [I just want to meet you once. You don't want me to expose the truth, do you?]

My threat worked. It took a while, but eventually, he responded with, [Location].

I sent him the address of Greta's workplace. It was strange that Lucas didn't know it already. Maybe she really wasn't important to him.

The next day, I positioned myself nearby early and finally spotted him—Lucas.

I had a gut feeling he was involved, and I was right. I watched as Lucas talked to one of Greta's colleagues, and soon after, Greta showed up, looking excited.

"Lucas, you're here to see me?" Greta tried to grab his hand, but he pulled away.

I overheard him say with disdain, "Greta, are you out of your mind? How many times do I have to tell you? Your daughter's death has nothing to do with me. She fell because she tried to take money from my son. Who knew she'd be so weak that she wouldn't get up again? And you dare use this to threaten me? Do you think I can't make you regret it?"

The threat was weak, but it was enough to unsettle Greta.

She seemed unable to fathom why Lucas was being so harsh when they met. Hurriedly, she explained, "No, I've already handled everything at the crime scene. I've taken care of Ada's body and the forensic report. No one will suspect her death is linked to you."

"Greta, watch your word! How many times do I need to tell you? Your daughter's death had nothing to do with me."

In front of Lucas, Greta seemed almost pathetically humble, apologizing repeatedly.

Watching her act like this, I felt a pang of pity for myself too. Despite being married for so long, Greta always held the upper hand at home, and I stayed in the background.

It seems true what they say—sometimes you desire what you can't have.

From what I know, Lucas never liked Greta. Although they grew up together, she was more like his follower, someone he could easily control.

Yet, even in her devotion, Greta hopelessly fell for Lucas and did whatever he asked her. He demanded her marry me and she said yes.