My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 93

Messages kept coming in—some from classmates I hadn't heard from in years, others from mutual friends of mine and Sean.

"Happy New Year! Congratulations, Emily, you have such a deeply devoted husband!"

"Congrats, congrats! You survived the worst. Every marriage has its ups and downs. Stop causing trouble, just make up!"

"Emily, I just don't get it. Another husband who loves you so much. What more do you want? Reconcile already, stop making a scene!"

They even sent me a video interview.

The headline read. "In a plane crash, a passionate man's dying wish to his wife. please remarry!"

In the video, Sean held up a photo of me, his eyes red from crying.

"I know I was wrong, and I will change. I really can't live without Emily. I love her."

"It's just a misunderstanding between us, we never stopped loving each other."

He went on to talk about how he saved me from drowning when we were kids, how we swore eternal love at our wedding, and the joy we felt when we had a child...

But he didn't mention his infidelity.

Frowning, I opened the social media app, and as expected, I was trending.

The unfaithful Sean was suddenly portrayed as a deep, devoted lover willing to sacrifice his life for love, while I was painted as a promiscuous woman.

As I read, my stomach turned, and I almost vomited.

Suddenly, a phone call came through.

I answered in a daze, and immediately, a barrage of insults erupted.

"You shameless bitch! You ungrateful whore! You deserve to swallow a thousand silver needles!"

"Sean is your savior, as long as you're alive, you're his dog. How dare you talk about divorce! You filthy thing! Go die!"

"Lucky the baby inside you didn't survive. Otherwise, you're just a gold-digging, heartless bitch!"

...

I was stunned, unsure of how to respond.

Suddenly, the car stopped at the side of the road. A pair of hands took my phone.

Alex's face was cold as he harshly scolded.

"You're feeling sorry for him again? You don't even know the whole story, and yet you're passing judgment. Who do you think you are?"

"Shut your filthy mouth! Do you even realize that what you're doing is illegal?"

The person on the other end of the line, someone who only picks on the weak, hastily hung up.

I looked at Alex in gratitude, but my mind was still a tangled mess.

Seeing my state, Alex comforted me.

"The internet has no memory. This will blow over in a few days."

I managed a forced smile, but for some reason, I had an ominous feeling in my heart.

As it turned out, my intuition was right.