For His First Love, My Husband Killed My Mother
I didn’t want to see anyone.
Jacob was taken into custody for further investigation, but the Williams family quickly posted bail for him.
However, Wendy fled before she could be arrested.
With the evidence now in police hands, she was officially charged with intentional assault causing permanent injury and placed on the wanted list for a criminal offense.
She went into hiding, afraid to show her face. But she had already become a public enemy.
Whenever someone spotted her, they would immediately call the police. Authorities tightened control over the city’s borders, ensuring she had no way to escape.
With the entire hotel system connected to the SkyNet surveillance network, Wendy didn’t dare to check into any
place.
Rumors spread that the Ramirez family had publicly severed all ties with her in an effort to distance themselves.
She had nowhere left to go. Her capture was only a matter of time.
Jacob came again.
Every day, he knelt outside my home, begging for my forgiveness. Day by day, he grew more haggard, as if he were trying to atone with his own life.
But I no longer loved him. His self–inflicted suffering did not move me–it only disturbed my peace.
I wanted to move away, to leave everything behind.
That day, as I was packing my things, a commotion erupted outside.
Through the window, I saw Jacob clutching his chest, collapsing onto the ground. Blood pooled beneath him, spreading rapidly.
Wendy stood beside him, gripping a bloodstained knife, laughing maniacally. Then, she turned her gaze toward me. She raised the dripping blade, pointing it straight at me.
Her voice was shrill, deranged. “Juliana, you stole my life! Everything should have been mine!”
“Jacob was mine! His fortune should have been mine!”
“If I can’t have it, then neither can you!”
The police arrived swiftly and subdued her. Even as they dragged her into the police car, she continued hurling
curses at me.
I stepped outside just in time to see Jacob being lifted into an ambulance. His face was deathly pale, yet he managed a weak smile–one of relief.
“Juli, I have atoned.”
I watched as the ambulance drove away, then slowly shook my head. “Jacob, this is not atonement. This is simply your retribution.”
“I will never forgive you.”
“And I cannot forgive you on my mother’s behalf.”
A cold wind howled through the streets, carrying the first snowfall of the season.
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Within minutes, the pristine white snow had covered the bloodstains on the ground. It was as if nothing had ever
happened.
But I knew the truth.
No matter how well we cover something, it still existed.
A month later, an estate lawyer contacted me.
He told me that even before the stabbing, Jacob’s body had already been severely weakened. Despite the octors‘ best efforts, the attack had left him in critical condition.
Now, he was in a vegetative state–trapped in a body that was neither alive nor dead. And legally, I was still his
wife.
As a result, ownership of the Vertex Corporation now fell to me.
I followed the lawyer to the hospital.
The doctor spoke to me in a calm, measured tone. “Mr. Williams has no chance of waking up. No matter how expensive, no treatment can change that.”
“Keeping him on life support will only prolong his suffering.”
“My recommendation is to withdraw life support and let him pass peacefully.”
I looked at Jacob lying on the hospital bed. Expressionless, I shook my head. “No, I won’t pull the plug.”
“Mr. Williams enjoys repenting, doesn’t he?”
“And only the living can repent.”
