At the police station, a police officer, Rory Huffman, began questioning us about what happened. Shaun fumed, “It’s all her fault! She kept asking my wife to hang out with her all the time. She asked her out again today, and now my wife’s still not home at this hour! She’s not even answering my phone. How am I supposed to stay calm like this?
“So I went to ask her about it, and she told me my wife was at the café below her apartment. I went there, but my wife was nowhere to be seen. I went to her house to ask her, and she refused to tell me. How can I not be furious?”
Rory turned to me. I spread my hands. “I thought he was playing a joke on me. His wife told me that she was going to the café downstairs for some coffee. How would I know where she actually went?”
I showed Rory my chat history with Cindy. Her message was clear.
“Rainey, if my husband asks, just say I went to get some coffee. He’s so controlling. He doesn’t even let me go grab something nice to eat. I can’t stand him. I’m heading out on my own today. Don’t tell him!”
Shaun’s expression soured when he saw his. He looked at me in disbelief. Rory was looking at him.
“That’s impossible,” Shaun said. “You must have faked this!”
I laughed and scrolled up further, showing them the entire chat history.
There had been several times when Cindy had asked me to lie for her, but I hadn’t agreed.
But she’d complained extensively about how she wasn’t allowed to do anything or go anywhere after getting pregnant and that she was bored out of her mind. Out of pity, I agreed to help her this time.
Little did I know she’d badmouth me behind my back.
In my previous life, I’d also shown the world my chat history, but Cindy had hired Internet trolls to accuse me of forgery.
I hadn’t even had the chance to get the police to prove that they were real when she was found to have STD.
Once again, she pushed me under the bus, leading to my tragic end.
But now, I was at the police station. Rory verified that my chat history was untampered with and could be used as evidence.
At that, Shaun began to waver.
I looked over at him. “We were classmates back in school too, Shaun. You know I don’t drink coffee. So, let’s see. You stormed into my house and attacked me. Let’s calculate the damages.”
