My Backstabbing Wife's Twist of Fate

After finishing my statement, the police came to inform me that they retrieved surveillance footage from the accident scene.

I followed the squad car to the police station.

The moment I saw the footage, my eyes widened instinctively.

I quickly scrubbed the video back a few seconds and paused on the car that caused the crash.

Even though the image was blurry, I recognized it immediately! That was Justin Miller, who just returned from overseas.

In that instant, all the emotions I held back erupted. From beginning to end, I was nothing but a joke.

So, the one who killed Jennifer's family was her first love.

A scoff escaped my lips.

I wondered—if Jennifer knew this, would she still be in the mood to celebrate her first love's birthday?

The police, thinking I was overwhelmed by grief, patted my shoulder to comfort me.

I wiped my face and spoke calmly.

"I know this person. Officer, I'd like to request an autopsy."

I spoke fast. To others, I probably looked like a good son-in-law, unable to accept the tragic death of his wife's family.

The officers exchanged glances, but they did not deny my request.

As a family member, I had the legal right to request an autopsy.

"Mr. Gibson, we understand how you feel, but the surveillance footage is incomplete. We can't yet conclude that Justin intentionally committed murder. This case still needs further investigation. However, you may proceed with the autopsy procedures."

I nodded, indicating my willingness to cooperate with the investigation.

As soon as I left the police station and turned my phone back on, Jennifer's calls started flooding in.

The moment I answered, her voice was ice cold.

"You froze my cards? Patrick, are you out of your mind? Who gave you the right to freeze my cards?"

"The fact that they're my salary cards, Jennifer. Do I need to remind you that everything you're spending is my money?"

She fell silent for a moment. When she spoke again, her tone softened slightly.

"We're married. Why are you making a distinction between yours and mine? Today is Justin's birthday. It's been so long since I've seen him. Do you know how humiliating it was to make him pay for his own birthday?"

Her whining on the phone only made me more irritable.

I could not take it anymore and asked angrily, "Are you done?"

Maybe she did not expect me to raise my voice—she was stunned for a second.

"Patrick, did you just raise your voice at me?"

Her voice turned aggrieved. Before long, she started sobbing.

That was always how Jennifer was—spoiled like a princess without ever having the life of one. Say a single harsh word to her and she would break down on the spot.

Back then, whenever she acted like this, I would immediately try to make her happy again. I never hesitated to buy her designer bags or gifts.

But now? Just thinking of her celebrating a birthday with a man who killed her whole family.

It made me feel like my past sincerity was trampled on, worthless.

"Mom and Dad are dead. Make sure you come back for the funeral."

My tone was ice cold.

What I did not expect was for her to say something even more shocking.

"People die all the time. If three people died together, that's kind of a reunion, isn't it? You handle the funeral. There are a lot of corpses I need to dissect lately."

With that, she hung up.

My eyes widened slightly. That was when I realized—she did not even know it was her own parents who died.

I pressed my lips together and turned to consult the police again.

"May I choose the forensic specialist for the autopsy? Consider it my final request."