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Truth-Or-Die: My Cheating Husband's Curse

After a car accident leaves Steve Manson with brain damage, he is forced to speak only the truth through 'Yes' or 'No' answers. His wife uses this to expose his affair with her best friend and reclaim his assets. While he remains trapped in silence, she thrives—until a chilling encounter with a delivery man reveals a terrifying secret. When Steve denies being her husband and claims to be both dead and alive, the truth becomes a nightmare.
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Chapter 3

The older officer cleared his throat sharply. "Watch your words. Don't say anything you shouldn't be saying."

I zipped my lips and shook my head, smirking coldly. I had nothing to worry about because I simply hadn't killed anyone. No matter how much they investigated, I could easily clear my name.

What puzzled me was why the dead man had Steve's ID and who he really was.

Regardless, I had to keep the fact that Steve could only answer truthfully with "yes" or "no" a secret. Otherwise, more trouble would follow me.

Hayley's interrogation went on for a long time, but it wasn't fruitful.

Based on the estimated time of death, if it had been a homicide, my home surveillance footage proved there was no possible window I could've committed the crime.

While Hayley and the older officer went to push for the DNA results, I leaned in close to Steve's ear. "Is the real Steve dead?"

He paused for a second, then answered quietly, "Yes and no."

"Is everything you say the absolute truth?"

"Yes."

My tension finally eased. Then, I couldn't help but mock him a little.

"You're really a menace, Steve. Not only did you cheat on me with my best friend, but you even have an old flame still obsessed with you. Anyway, if the real Steve is barely alive, is he a vegetable then?"

He pondered briefly. "No."

As confused as I was, I didn't intend to keep questioning him. The priority now was to get out of the precinct as soon as possible.

When Hayley returned, her eyes were filled with deep frustration and unwillingness to accept defeat. "The DNA results are out. The deceased isn't Steve. We'll need to compare other DNA records to identify him."

A sneer escaped me. "We're leaving, then."

She quickly stopped me. "But even if it isn't Steve, I still find the man beside you highly suspicious. My instincts tell me he's not Steve. You've hidden the real Steve, while this one is just a stand-in."

I looked into her eyes. "And what makes you so sure? Is this how you normally investigate cases, Officer Brown?"

"It's just my instincts," she said with a bitter smile. "Forget it. You can go. Pretend I didn't say anything."

I grabbed Steve's hand and walked out of the station step by step. Suddenly, Hayley called after us. "Wait! You said he can only answer yes-or-no questions, right?"

A bad feeling surged in my chest. Before I could react, she rushed forward and grabbed Steve's wrist. "Was the person who killed Steve Manson Renee Rosewood?"

I was stunned, but not more than when Steve answered in his clear voice, "Yes."

Wait a minute. This wasn't right. How could he have answered that? I didn't kill anyone!

"Freeze!" Hayley exclaimed, twisting my arm behind my back.

I struggled desperately. "This is illegal, Hayley!"

In the end, she separated me from Steve and restrained us both. I was locked back in the interrogation room, my phone confiscated.

When Hayley walked in, I snapped at her, "You lunatic! I'm going to sue you for this!"

She stayed surprisingly calm as she placed a phone before me. "I'm going to show you a video."

She played it. In the footage, she asked Steve, "Did Renee Rosewood kill the victim on the riverbank?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly as his lips moved. "Yes."

"Was it a contract killing?"

"Yes."

"Are you Steve Manson?"

"No."

"Are you hired by Renee Rosewood to be a stand-in for Steve Manson?"

"Yes."

"Is Steve Manson dead?"

"Yes and no."

My brain buzzed, killing all thoughts in my head.

Every answer Steve gave was enough to sentence me for life, but what terrorized me more was the possibility that he was telling the truth.

After all, I had never killed anyone.