In the interrogation room, the police questioned me repeatedly whether I’d pushed Rachel to the ground. It was because they’d received news from the hospital that Rachel had miscarried.
I just kept repeating my answer, again and again, as I watched the hours tick by on the clock on the wall. It was well over an hour, and I was getting very anxious. I was worried sick about Mom’s condition.
Finally, two hours later, the police looked at the security footage frame by frame and noticed that Rachel had been the one who grabbed my hand and pushed herself in the stomach.
When I finally left the police station, I immediately called Mom, but it was Aaron’s driver who picked up instead.
He told me that Aaron gave him 50,000 dollars to see if my mother needed help with anything.
Seeing that Aaron probably wasn’t as cold–hearted as Rachel was, I sent him the frame–by–frame video of Rachel pushing me to the ground.
While waiting for my flight, my good friend also sent me information on Carson and Rachel. They had both interned at our rival company before, so I forwarded that information along to Aaron.
That information also included a bank slip detailing a 300,000–dollar deposit in Rachel’s bank account by the same rival company.
Even if Aaron was a fool, he had to have made the connections by now.
As soon as I was done dealing with everything, I quickly caught the plane back home.
However, I was still too late.
Mom passed away from her heart attack. She didn’t even manage to hold out until the surgery.
When I saw Mom’s body in the morgue, I felt my entire body go numb. An overwhelming surge of hatred followed shortly after.
I had kept my divorce and both Aaron’s and Rachel’s betrayal from Mom because I was fearful that she would relapse and get another heart attack.
Still, Mom died from a heart attack because of me.
