At first, I didn't realize I was just a pawn in Lucas's twisted game.
It seemed like a dream when a beautiful girl suddenly confessed to me, a nobody. She told me that she liked me.
Despite not knowing each other well, I couldn't resist the boost to my ego. So, I agreed to be with Greta, and we spent three years together.
Then, out of the blue, Greta proposed. Naturally, I said yes.
But after we got married, a post by Lucas about his new relationship upset Greta.
That night, after drinking too much, she let slip the truth about why she chose me. "He told me that if I stayed with you and married you, he would reconsider being with me..." she confessed, revealing far more than I ever wanted to know.
I was stunned, unable to process it for a long time. I thought I had found love, but it was just a game of another man.
I wanted to divorce, but then we found out Greta was pregnant. For Ada's sake, I buried my feelings, and Greta promised to cut ties with Lucas, assuring me there was no future with him.
I believed her. But now, she broke her promise and covered for the person responsible for our daughter's death. The anger I felt was unimaginable.
I tried to record their conversation, but the distance and noise made it hard to hear.
Still, that was not a deal-breaker.
Now that I knew who the murderer was, there should be evidence left at the scene.
I went back to the crime scene. Based on what others had said, I figured out where my daughter had most likely died. Since it was near the river, I feared the water might have washed away the evidence. But I clung to a bit of hope.
In the end, perseverance paid off.