Exposing the Fake Friend Who Framed Me

chapter 3

So, I lunged forward and firmly grabbed his hand.

I said, "I am Isabel! You claim I caused your wife to miscarry, but shouldn't you provide some evidence?"

"As long as you can provide evidence, I'll go to the police station and turn myself in immediately!"

Saying that, I glanced at him.

He sneered, "Evidence? You think I came unprepared?"

Saying that, Peter took out his phone and played a video.

His wife Melody was video calling Peter while she ran to the bathroom to vomit due to morning sickness.

Suddenly, a burst of cursing came from outside, "Are you stalling because the baby died in your belly?"

When she opened the door, the people outside started yelling at Melody for staying in the bathroom too long and delaying others.

Peter got furious upon hearing that and immediately started screen recording, asking Melody to point the phone camera at the woman yelling at her.

I glanced at the beginning and pointed at Freya, saying, "The person in this video isn't me, it's Freya!"

"My hair is short, she's the one with long hair."

Freya said, "Isabel, you did something wrong, and now you want me to take the blame?"

She quickly pulled off her hat, her neat short hair fluttering in the wind.

Peter said, "I don't think you're a good person, trying to frame others. Think carefully about all the awful things she's done before!"

He glanced at Freya's hair, then at me, and continued playing the video.

But the woman in the video was wrapped tightly, her face almost indistinguishable, and her voice was faint and unclear, only barely recognizable as a long-haired woman.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you curse my child?" Melody's hand froze on her belly as she pointed at Freya, trembling with anger.

"I'm a student at New York University, Isabel Rogers! You should feel lucky to even talk to me." Freya smugly shoved her hands into her pockets, her gaze full of provocation.

Melody noted the name, stopped arguing with her, and turned to head to her seat.

Freya, seeing Melody ignore her, angrily slapped her directly.

A deep bloody mark appeared on Melody's face.

Melody was about to fight back when Freya kicked her in the stomach, causing cold sweat to break out on her forehead from the pain.

"You still dare to say it wasn't you? Same hairstyle, same glasses!" Peter stared intently at the screen, then looked at me, his eyes bloodshot.

Freya shot me a disdainful glance. "Isabel, you're usually selfish and mean, complaining to me at home about the pregnant woman in front being annoying and snoring too loudly. I never thought you'd actually beat her to the point of miscarriage!"

"Stop being stubborn! Pay what you owe and apologize!"

Freya gave me a disgusted look.

Peter said, "I don't want money, I want your life!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he pulled a knife from his pocket and lunged at me.

I recalled the video on my phone and raised Freya's hand high.

I quickly said, "It wasn't me who caused your wife to miscarry, it was her! I have evidence! The person in the video wore a ring when they slashed your wife's face."

"Freya is wearing the exact same ring as in the video, and I never wear any jewelry!"