His Lies My Revenge Novel Chapter 5 – When our eyes met, the mocking glint in mine made Martin’s expression slowly collapse.
“I didn’t mean it like that… I just didn’t want you to get upset,” he said weakly.
“Don’t worry,” I replied flatly. “I’m not the jealous type. Especially not over my sister-in-law. You two go ahead and catch up. I’m heading home.”
Guilt flashed across his face, but he didn’t dare stop me.
As I walked away, the same group of colleagues who had been gossiping earlier suddenly recognized me. This time, they didn’t even bother to whisper.
“So that’s the daughter of the traitors from the Sward family?”
“She still has the nerve to show up here? If it weren’t for her parents’ betrayal, we wouldn’t have lost so many good officers.”
“Shameless.”
Their words echoed in my ears like gunshots.
I stumbled out of the station, barely aware of how I even made it to my car.
By the time I came to, I was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that deep marks had been carved into my palms. Blood had soaked through the fabric of my skirt.
Rage surged through me like wildfire.
Back home, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
Everything Martin had given me over the past five years—every gift, every card, every framed picture—I threw it all into a pile and set it on fire. I stood there as the flames danced, consuming the lies and betrayal.
When the last flame flickered out, my phone buzzed.
A message from Martin:
[Come downstairs. I’ll take you to dinner.]
Dinner—at his family’s house.
Martin stayed behind to park the car while I went up ahead.
As soon as I opened the door, a heavy glass ashtray came flying at me.
I dodged just in time, but the edge clipped my forehead. Blood trickled down my face.
My mother-in-law stood there with a bitter smile.
“Well, well. Isn’t this our poor little victim, Miss Sward? Not out chasing ghosts today? What brings you to our humble home? Not worried about getting your feet dirty walking into a murderer’s house?”
Her relatives chimed in one after another, their eyes gleaming with disdain.
“Don’t go picking a fight with her, she’s the brilliant crime-solver, isn’t she?”
“The police couldn’t find the killer, but she just ‘felt’ who it was. Wouldn’t want to cross her.”
“Every family gathering turns into a funeral with her around. Just mentioning her dead parents feels like a curse.”
I stood trembling, blood still dripping down my temple. But I said nothing.
Then Rachel walked in, carrying an armful of expensive-looking gifts.
The mood flipped like a switch. Smiles replaced sneers. Compliments flowed freely. Every dig at me now came wrapped in velvet.
I turned and walked upstairs, locking myself in the guest room.
Martin arrived a few minutes later, and right on cue, my mother-in-law rushed to complain.
“She’s unbelievable! Didn’t greet anyone. Just stormed off like she owns the place. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was the guest and she was the queen!”
Rachel gently linked arms with her.
“Mom, it’s okay. Today’s a happy day. Don’t be mad at Jessie. She’s just feeling a little down, that’s all. Please don’t hold it against her.”
“Oh she’s down, alright. But it’s not our fault! What, do we owe her something? She walks in looking like a ghost and ruins everyone’s mood. I swear, she’s cursed this house!”
Rachel laughed and changed the subject with practiced ease. The room burst into laughter, as if nothing had happened.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I opened the door to leave—but there she was. Rachel, waiting at the top of the stairs.
“Jessie,” she said with a sweet smile. “Long time no see. Hope everything’s been… good.”
We were alone now, tucked into the shadows of the staircase. Her smile faded.
The mask dropped.
“What’s wrong? Don’t recognize me?” she said, voice colder than ice.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the case from five years ago?”
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