Rape Destroyed My Sister,My Husband Gave False Testimony For The Murderer

Jada’s younger sister, Jodie, was raped. The evidence was conclusive, yet the perpetrator walked free.

Private photos from the scene were leaked and circulated online until the entire internet knew her name.

Unable to endure the humiliation, Jodie leapt from a rooftop. Their mother collapsed under the blow and fell into a coma.

Their elder brother, a lawyer, insisted on pressing charges against the rapist, Dapper Weede. Within a single day, he was arrested—but for “defamation.” He was sentenced to three years in prison.

Jada herself was trapped in a storm of public opinion. Every day she was insulted, accused of sleeping her way into a wealthy marriage, and mocked that her sister had tried the same path but failed.

People didn’t call it rape. To them, it was just a price that hadn’t been agreed upon.

The entire internet condemned the McNamees for fabricating evidence to frame Dapper.

But little did everyone know that the one who had truly forged evidence was none other than Jada’s husband of ten years—Kenton Hynes.

Just to protect Dapper—the younger brother of Kenton’s childhood sweetheart—Jada's husband orchestrated everything, driving the McNamees into ruin.

When Jada learned the truth, she had only one thought left: to avenge her sister, and make every single culprit pay!

1

Jada and Kenton had been in love for ten years—the kind of couple everyone in their circle envied.

From school uniforms to wedding attires, from penniless youth to a fortune in the hundreds of millions, they had walked every step hand in hand.

They were supposed to be the perfect pair. Yet now, they stood on opposite sides of a courtroom.

Jada had accused Kenton’s childhood sweetheart’s brother, Dapper, of raping her sister, Jodie.

But Kenton submitted evidence instead: private photos of Jodie, along with a video suggesting she had drugged Dapper.

“No! That’s not true! My sister would never do something like this!”

On the courtroom screen, photo after photo flickered past. Jada felt her blood turn to ice.

She had no idea how Kenton had obtained these images, but she was certain—her quiet and reserved sister could never have done such a thing.

“Jada,” Kenton called in a cold voice. “I know how much you love your sister. But this… this is the truth.”

His eyes were devoid of sympathy.

“I never wanted to say this. But it seems I have no choice.”

He sighed, the sound heavy.

“Your sister once tried the same thing with me. She tried to seduce me. She didn’t succeed, of course. But because she was your sister, I kept it from you. I didn’t want to hurt you, Jada, I—”

“Shut up!” Jada shot to her feet, tears blurring her eyes. Her voice broke into a roar. “Kenton, don’t you dare slander my sister!”

But her protest was drowned in the suffocating silence of evidence—photos, videos, testimony. Her accusation collapsed while the Weedes countersued instead.

When she stepped out of the courthouse, the sky above looked unbearably gray.

“Jada!”

Kenton caught up, reaching for her hand with familiar tenderness.

“Don’t be like this. Daisybelle only has one brother. If Dapper goes to prison, she’ll be devastated.”

His brows drew together, as though he too were in pain.

“So you knew. You knew Jodie didn’t drug Dapper.”

Her tightly pressed lips trembled slightly.

“Those photos—did you have them made? And the story about her trying to seduce you—that was a lie too, wasn’t it? My sister would never—never—do something like that!”

Faced with her relentless questioning, Kenton only pursed his lips in silence.

Seeing him like this, Jada felt a stabbing pain in her chest.

That was her sister he lied about. She was the only family she had in this world.

“Kenton,” she whispered hoarsely, “my sister’s all I have.”

“Jada, you still have me!” he reminded her, stepping forward to pull her into his arms.

But she flinched back, tearing her hand free and retreating from his arms.

Bitterness, disbelief, and grief churned in her eyes as she looked at him.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the shrill ringing of her phone cut through the air.

“Hello? Is this Jada McNamee? Your sister—she’s on the rooftop of The Ledge Tower. Please, come quickly—”

The image of Jodie curled up on the bed, her clothes in disarray, kept flashing before Jada’s eyes, tightening her chest.

Almost as if by instinct, she spun around, ignoring Kenton behind her, and rushed out of the courthouse.

By the time she reached The Ledge Tower, a crowd had already gathered. And there, on the very top, was Jodie—legs dangling over the edge.

Jada forced her way past the crowd and seized the loudspeaker from a police officer. Her voice shook violently as she shouted, “Jodie! Listen to me. Come down, please! Come down to me!”

From above, Jodie’s weak voice drifted down.

“Jada… I didn’t. I didn’t drug him.”

“I know. I believe you. I’ll find the evidence. I promise I will!”

“It’s useless, Jada. It’s useless…”

Jodie rose slowly to her feet. She looked down at her sister, and a fragile smile touched her lips. Then she spread her arms… and stepped forward.

“No—”

Jada’s scream tore the air. She reached out instinctively, as though she could catch her sister as she fell. But Jodie’s body plummeted like a broken butterfly, crumpling upon impact into an unnatural shape.

“Jodie… Jodie…”

Jada stumbled forward, collapsing to her knees as she gathered her bloodied sister into her arms. She tried to hold her together, tried to save her, but there was nothing left to save.

The world around her was chaos, voices, footsteps, sirens—but inside her, there was only silence.

She gazed at the still form of her sister in her arms and reached out to straighten her disheveled hair. But in the next moment, everything went black before Jada’s eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in a hospital bed. Staring at a blank and white ceiling, she could no longer shed any tears.

Soon, she handled her sister’s funeral arrangements all by herself. Alone, she carried her sister’s ashes. Alone, she made the call overseas.

“If I agree to join the company now… is there still a chance?”

“Of course. Our company welcomes talent like yours anytime.”

“But I have conditions.”

“What conditions?”

“I want every piece of evidence from my sister’s case.” She paused, her grip tightening on the urn in her arms. “And I want Kenton’s company destroyed.”

There was a pause on the other end. Then a calm reply came.

“Very well. Give me four days. I’ll get you what you want. As for the bankruptcy… that will depend on what you can give me in return.”

“Fine. I won’t let you down.”

After hanging up the phone, she stared out at the torrential rain, feeling the love she had once held for Kenton washed away along with it.

What had happened to her sister—Jada would never let it go.

As for Kenton, she no longer wanted anything to do with him.

From now on, she would live only as Jada McNamee.

2

By the time Jada returned from the funeral home to the villa, it was already late at night.

The moment she stepped inside, she saw Daisybelle sitting comfortably on the couch while Kenton halfknelt on the floor, gently massaging her foot.

When he noticed her, he lifted his gaze, sweeping her with a cold look. His voice was equally frigid.

“Where have you been? Why are you only coming back now?”

As he spoke, he carefully finished wrapping Daisybelle’s ankle, then rose to his feet and walked over to Jada.

“You didn’t say a word before you left. You me worry about you all this time. You never used to be like this, Jada.”

He frowned slightly as he said it.

His words dragged Jada’s thoughts back to the past—the days when the two of them shared everything… when nothing was kept from each other.

But ever since Daisybelle came into the picture, Kenton never told her where he was going anymore.

And now… he dared to scold her for disappearing without a word?

When Jada stayed silent, Kenton reached out and tucked her raindamp hair behind her ear, his tone laced with reproach.

“It’s pouring outside. Why didn’t you bring an umbrella? If you catch a cold, it’ll hurt me to see you suffer.”

His voice was soft, even tender. But it no longer stirred a single ripple in her heart.

She lifted her eyes to him, instinctively taking a step back.

“I forgot to bring one.”

With that, she turned to go upstairs, but Kenton grabbed her wrist from behind.

“Where are you going now?”

He frowned, and before she could answer, he dragged her firmly over to the dining table and pressed her into a chair.

“Jada, about Jodie’s matter, Dapper already knows he was wrong. I punished him already, so don’t stay mad.”

At that moment, Daisybelle rose from the couch, limping slightly as she walked over.

“Punished?” The sight of Daisybelle’s faintly flushed cheeks made Jada’s chest tighten with suffocating rage. She asked, “How exactly was he punished?”

Caught off guard by the question, Daisybelle froze, clearly not expecting her to press further.

Jada then turned to Kenton, enunciating each word. “How was he punished?”

“I… I grounded him. He’s not allowed to leave the house for three days.”

“That’s all?”

Jada’s eyes locked onto the two of them with an icy glare.

Her sister was dead. And the murderer’s punishment… was merely three days of not being allowed to go out?

“Jada, maybe you don’t understand Dapper.”

Daisybelle stepped closer, pouring Jada a glass of liquor.

“He’s the lively sort who loves crowds. Forcing him to stay home for three days is as good as killing him. It’s already a very harsh punishment.”

She looked around the room, then asked lightly, “By the way, where’s Jodie? Since Dapper was punished, as his sister, I should apologize to her personally on his behalf.”

At the mention of Jodie, Jada’s heart clenched painfully.

Her sister… would never come back.

“She’s not coming back,” Jada replied, her fists clenching so tightly at her side that her nails dug deep into her palm.

“Is that so…”

Daisybelle lowered her head, feigning sadness. And then, she quickly lifted her gaze with a smile, raising the brimming glass toward Jada.

“Since Jodie won’t come, then Jada, I’ll have to trouble you to drink on her behalf.”

She placed the poured liquor before her and continued softly,

“This time, Dapper really went too far. I’ve already scolded him harshly. On his behalf, I’m apologizing to you—and to Jodie.”

She was about to drink when Kenton stopped her in time.

“Your foot is still injured. You can’t drink.”

He snatched the glass from her hand and drained it himself.

Daisybelle’s eyes lit with a smile as she watched him drink for her, then she turned to Jada. But seeing no response, her eyes welled up instantly.

“Jada… you still can’t forgive us?”

Her voice was choked with tears, pitiful as she looked up at Kenton.

Kenton frowned at the sight of her tears, then picked up another glass from the table and held it out to Jada.

“Jada, Daisybelle has already apologized. Don’t go too far.”

His voice was cold, threaded with suppressed anger.

Staring at the liquor trembling slightly in his hand, Jada felt her chest constrict.

Had he already forgotten?

Once, for the sake of securing him an important contract, she drank herself into stomach bleeding, nearly losing her life. That night, he had held her hand, eyes red, swearing she was never to touch alcohol again in this lifetime.

And yet now… for Daisybelle’s sake, he was the one forcing a glass into Jada’s hands.

“I won’t drink it.”

Jada brushed away his hand and rose to leave.

But in the very next moment, Kenton yanked her back into the chair, pinched her cheeks tight, and before she could react… he forced the entire glass of white liquor down her throat.

3

The spiciness burned her throat, forcing Jada to grab at her neck as she coughed violently.

Her body shook with each fit, and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the sudden, uncontrollable irritation.

“You drove me to this, Jada.”

Kenton released her, his brows drawing together as he watched her doubled over, coughing without pause.

He almost stepped forward to help ease her breathing when, from the side, Daisybelle suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.

“What’s wrong?”

Hearing her, Kenton rushed over, quickly steadying her by the arm.

“My foot… I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been standing too long, but all of a sudden, it hurts so badly.”

As she spoke, Daisybelle leaned into him, her strength giving way until she nearly collapsed against his chest.

“Then sit down at once. I’ll rub it for you.”

He guided her into a chair and knelt down in front of her, completely forgetting Jada, who was still trying to recover from being forced to drink.

Watching him crouch and carefully lift Daisybelle’s foot onto his knee, Jada felt a dull and stabbing ache in her chest.

Her mind drifted back to a summer long ago—back when Kenton was not yet the rising star of the business world.

To make ends meet, she had worn a heavy mascot costume on the street, handing out flyers in the sweltering heat.

Perhaps because the costume was too big, perhaps because it was too hot, she had tripped over the hem and fallen, twisting her ankle badly.

Back then, Kenton had crouched in exactly this way. He gently rested her injured foot on his knee, his hands carefully massaging the swelling with a tenderness that made his eyes turn red.

“Jada… I’ll never let you get hurt again next time.”

That had been his promise to her.

But who could have thought that, in the end, the one to wound her deepest would be Kenton himself?

Unable to bear the intimacy before her eyes, Jada pressed a hand to her stillburning stomach and turned away, heading upstairs.

She changed out of her rainsoaked clothes and took a long, thorough shower.

When she stepped out, every ounce of strength seemed drained from her body. She collapsed onto the bed, and before she knew it, sleep claimed her.

She didn’t know how long she had slept before the sound of the bedroom door creaking open startled her awake.

In the dark, Kenton groped his way to the bed and slipped beneath the covers. He pulled her into his arms from behind. When she didn’t move, he let out a long sigh.

“Jada, I know you’re not asleep.”

He paused, then continued softly, “Daisybelle came sincerely today to apologize, but Jodie didn’t show up at all. That’s just too much.”

He sighed again. “Lately, you’ve spoiled Jodie so much she’s growing more and more unruly. After this, you really need to have a serious talk with her.”

Jada’s hands curled into tight fists.

‘Kenton! What right do you have to criticize my sister?!’

Before she could think further, thunder cracked outside, drowning out his voice. In his arms, Jada flinched violently.

She had always been afraid of thunderstorms. After all, it was on such a stormy night that her parents had left her forever.

Feeling her fear, Kenton opened his mouth as if to comfort her. But just then, his phone rang.

He answered, and Daisybelle’s choked and trembling voice drifted from the other end.

“Kenton… it’s thundering. I’m scared…”

“It’s alright, don’t be afraid. I’ll come right away.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he sprang out of bed, threw on a coat, and rushed out, not sparing a glance for Jada who was still shivering beneath the blankets.

The heavy slam of the bedroom door echoed like a weight in her chest, sinking her heart into a frozen abyss.

Apparently, that was it. In his heart, between her and Daisybelle, he had already made his choice.

The thunder rumbled on outside as Jada curled into herself, clutching at her chest.

She had thought she could no longer feel pain. But how could someone who had once loved so deeply not hurt?

At last, the tears she had held back spilled over, breaking free in an unstoppable flood.

She didn’t know how much time passed. When the storm outside finally quieted, and the thunder and lightning began to fade, the bedroom door opened once more.

But to her surprise, it was not Kenton who entered.

It was Dapper—Daisybelle’s younger brother!

4

The moment Dapper entered the bedroom, he leapt onto the bed and seized Jada from behind, locking her tightly in his arms. Before she could even react, his hands were already roaming all over her body.

He clicked his tongue. “You and your sister… You really do have quite the figures. One better than the other,” he sneered, his hand already reaching toward her chest.

“You bastard! What do you think you’re doing?!”

The sound of his voice stunned Jada for a heartbeat. Then panic crashed over her, and she began thrashing desperately in his grip. But no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t shake him off. Dapper’s strength was simply overwhelming.

“What am I doing?” he murmured with a low, mocking laugh against her ear. “Nothing much. I just want to taste the difference between you and your sister.”

With a sudden yank, he ripped her nightgown wide open.

The rush of cold air against her bare skin made fear and fury explode inside her chest. In that instant, her terror reached its peak.

Summoning all her strength, she kicked backward, her foot landing squarely on Dapper’s crotch.

He let out a howl of agony, doubling over with both hands clutching himself. Seizing the chance, Jada scrambled off the bed and bolted for the door.

“You filthy bitch! You dare kick me?!” he roared, writhing on the bed.

But when he saw her racing out of the room, he grit his teeth against the pain and staggered after her.

With Dapper chasing close behind, Jada’s panic mounted. Cornered, with nowhere else to go, she darted into the kitchen. She snatched up the first thing within reach—a kitchen knife—and swung it at him.

“Ahhh!”

His scream tore through the villa, drawing Kenton and Daisybelle out from another bedroom.

“What’s going on here?”

Kenton flicked on the light. His gaze swept over the chaos in the kitchen, his brows knitting tightly together.

“Kenton…” Dapper’s face betrayed a flicker of panic at the sight of him. But the moment his eyes caught Daisybelle standing just behind, his panic vanished without a trace.

“Kenton, there was thunder. My sister’s always been afraid of storms, so I came to check on her,” he explained smoothly.

With a quick sidelong glance at Jada—still clutching the knife—he went on, “But as soon as I walked in, I heard noises coming from the kitchen. I thought maybe a thief had broken in, so I came to take a look. Who knew… the moment Jada saw me, she tore her own nightgown and came at me with a knife!”

“Dapper! Your hand! It’s bleeding so much!” Daisybelle’s gasp broke in before Kenton could respond.

She hurried to his side, her expression soft with heartbreak as she looked at the gash on his arm. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her even realizing.

“Jada… is this true?”

Kenton’s voice was cold, his brows drawn tight. When he turned to Jada, his eyes were like ice.

The sound of his voice made Jada falter, her grip on the knife loosening slightly. But then her gaze fell on his halfopen collar, the faint red marks along his neck. Her heart trembled violently.

‘So this is what Daisybelle means by being “afraid of thunder,’ Jada realized.

“Kenton…” she whispered hoarsely. “If I said it wasn’t true, would you believe me?”

The question only made his frown deepen. His eyes swept over the wreckage of the kitchen, but before he could answer, Daisybelle’s voice cut in.

“Jada, yes, Dapper was in the wrong. But we’ve already apologized. We even drank with you. Why won’t you let this go?” Her voice broke into sobs as she dropped to her knees, clutching Dapper’s arm. “He’s my only brother. Do you mean to hound him to death before you’re satisfied?”

“Fine… if that’s what it takes, then as his sister, I’ll atone for Dapper’s sins!”

With that, she suddenly lunged forward, seizing Jada’s hand and driving the knife toward her own chest.

“Daisybelle, what are you doing?!”

Kenton rushed forward, yanking her away. In the struggle, the blade sliced across her palm.

Blood gushed freely, running down her hand in crimson streams. Kenton’s face twisted with anguish as he scooped her into his arms.

At the kitchen doorway, he paused. He didn’t turn back, but his voice was colder than frost.

“I only believe what I see.”

Then, without another glance, he strode out of the villa carrying Daisybelle in his arms.

Behind them, Dapper lingered just a step behind, both he and Daisybelle exchanging a single glance. The triumph gleaming in their eyes was impossible to hide.

5

Kenton carried Daisybelle away, leaving the kitchen in suffocating silence.

Staring at the doorway where his figure had long since disappeared, Jada finally collapsed to the floor, feeling utterly drained.

Tears streamed down her cheeks—tears for Jodie and for herself.

Her mind drifted back to the past, to when Kenton had once placed her hand against his chest, his voice both devout and tender.

“Jada, in this lifetime, I will only ever believe in you.”

It turned out, this was what his socalled belief amounted to—cheap, fragile, worthless.

She scrubbed her tears away with trembling hands, stood up, and stumbled back to the bedroom.

The next time she woke, it was to the shrill ringing of her phone.

Still groggy, Jada answered. A rushed, anxious voice came from the other end.

“Hello, is this Jada McNamee? Please, you need to come to the cemetery right away. Someone claiming to be your friend is trying to take your sister’s ashes.”

The words hadn’t even fully landed when Jada shot upright in bed.

In her mind, the image of Daisybelle’s eyes from last night—when Kenton carried her away—flashed vividly.

A sharp pang struck Jada’s chest.

She didn’t have time to think. Throwing on her clothes in a hurry, she rushed out the door and made straight for the cemetery.

The moment she reached the gates, she caught sight of Daisybelle and Dapper walking out from inside.

And in Dapper’s hands—was Jodie’s urn.

“Stop!”

Jada lunged forward, trying to snatch it back. But Dapper simply stepped back, dodging her reach, and she grabbed at nothing.

“Daisybelle, give my sister back to me!” Jada’s eyes were bloodshot, her voice trembling with fury as it nearly spilled over.

“Give her back? Of course.” Daisybelle took the urn from Dapper, her lips curling into a cruel, twisted smile. “As long as you apologize and beg for our forgiveness, I’ll return your sister to you.”

“What did you just say?” Jada’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“You hurt both of us,” Daisybelle said, her grin deepening. “Don’t you think you owe us an apology?”

Her gaze hardened, sharp with cruelty.

“What’s wrong? You’re not willing?”

Even as she spoke, she shot Dapper a meaningful glance.

Catching her signal, Dapper gave a knowing nod, then pulled out an iron rod from whoknowswhere. He began advancing toward Jada, step by step.

“You—what are you trying to do?”

The instant her eyes fell on the iron rod, Jada’s face went deathly pale.

She staggered backward, but Dapper only closed in closer.

“What do you think?” he sneered, his voice laced with menace. His eyes gleamed with feral malice.

“Jada, aren’t you the capable one? Weren’t you going to drag me into court? Weren’t you going to cut me down yourself?”

With each mocking word, he pressed her further into a deserted corner.

Watching her wide eyes brimming with terror, his laughter deepened.

“Truth is, you made me quite happy last night. If not for that, I wouldn’t even be bothering today. But…” His grin turned vicious. “It’s a pity. You and your sister are both the same kind of cheap whores.”

With a mocking sigh, he shook his head as though in regret. Then, raising the iron rod high, he swung it down hard—straight at her knee.

“Ah—!”

A piercing scream tore through the cemetery as pain ripped through Jada’s body. Her knees buckled under the blow, forcing her to collapse heavily onto the ground.

Watching her writhe in agony, Daisybelle stepped forward, her high heels clicking sharply against the stone path.

She ground her heel into the back of Jada’s hand—the hand that still tried to support her trembling body. Her voice dripped with venom and longnursed resentment.

“Sure, Jada, you’re beautiful. Yes, you’ve always outshone me in grades. But it was me who met Kenton first. It was me who loved him first. So tell me—why was it you who married him in the end? Why you?”

Her voice grew more frenzied with each word, her heel pressing down harder and harder.

The searing pain in both her knee and hand left Jada drenched in cold sweat. Her clothes clung to her body, soaked through.

She forced her trembling gaze up to meet Daisybelle’s twisted, hatefilled expression.

Her voice shook violently, but she managed to choke out, “Now… give Jodie back to me!”

“Back to you? Sure.”

Daisybelle sneered, raising the urn high in her hands.

“I’ll return her to you right now.”

And with that, she hurled the urn down with all her strength—shattering it to the ground before Jada’s eyes.

6

“No…”

Jada’s eyes widened as she watched the urn arc through the air like a falling star. Instinct made her reach out to catch it, but her weak and powerless legs refused to obey.

She could only watch in horror as Jodie’s ashes scattered across the ground, spilling like sand. A stabbing pain tore through Jada’s chest, as if knives had been driven straight into her heart.

“Oh dear, my hand slipped.”

Daisybelle gave an exaggerated shrug, her tone light, almost mocking. Her gaze swept over Jada, who was crawling helplessly on the ground, her movements frantic and pitiful.

“Daisybelle! You did that on purpose! I’ll kill you! I swear, I’ll kill you!”

Jada’s voice cracked as her eyes turned bloodshot, fixed on the ashes littering the floor.

She clawed desperately at the ground, trying to drag herself forward.

But no matter how hard she struggled, her body remained pinned beneath Daisybelle’s foot, the crushing weight locking her in place.

“Kill me?” Daisybelle laughed, the sound sharp and cold. “With what? With you?”

Then she lifted her foot and kicked, the heel striking Jada squarely in the face.

“Jada, it was with this face that you seduced Kenton, wasn’t it?” Her eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. “I wonder… if your face were ruined, would he still look at you the same way?”

Another kick landed, then another. Blow after blow crashed against Jada’s face.

Jada curled into herself, arms wrapped around her head, lips pressed tight against the pain.

Still, she dragged her body inch by inch, crawling toward the scattered ashes of Jodie.

“Pathetic. Even now, you’re still thinking of your dead sister.”

Watching her, Daisybelle sneered. She pulled a bottle of water from her bag, uncapped it, and tilted it slowly forward. Clear liquid poured out, spilling over the ashes.

“No!”

Jada’s scream ripped from her throat as water soaked into the ashes, mixing them into dark clumps of mud. Her voice trembled with despair, breaking apart.

Daisybelle threw back her head and laughed, a wild and unrestrained sound. “You brought all of this on yourself, bitch!”

Satisfied, she glanced once more at Jada—her face swollen beyond recognition, her body covered in dust and blood.

Then Daisybelle tossed aside the empty bottle, clapped her hands clean, and walked away arminarm with Dapper.

Jada’s vision blurred as she stared after their retreating figures.

Summoning the last shred of her strength, she crawled forward, dragging her body to where the ashes lay.

She scooped the sodden mixture of mud and bone into her arms, clutching it tightly against her chest. Blood from her broken face mingled with the ashes, streaking her trembling hands.

She sobbed until her body gave out, her tears mixing with the dirt. She remembered nothing after that.

When her eyes fluttered open again, she was lying on a hospital bed.

“You’re awake at last.”

A nurse bustled over, relief softening her features. After a quick examination, she finally exhaled.

“Thank goodness the funeral staff found you in time. A few minutes later, and you might not have survived.”

She tucked Jada’s blanket carefully before leaving the ward.

Not long after, the door burst open. Kenton appeared, his expression tight with panic.

“Jada! Are you all right?”

He strode quickly to her bedside, his brow furrowing as he took in her battered face and fragile state.

“How did you let yourself end up like this?”

His hand lifted, as if to touch her cheek, but before his fingers could make contact, Daisybelle rushed forward and seized his wrist.

“It’s all my fault!” Daisybelle’s voice trembled, her eyes redrimmed with unshed tears.

“If Jada wanted to hit me, I should’ve let her. If I had just stood there and taken it, she would’ve vented her anger, and none of this would’ve happened. But why did I have to resist? It’s my fault… If I hadn’t fought back, she wouldn’t have fallen down the stairs, she wouldn’t be in the hospital. I’m the one to blame. Kenton, hit me, please! Hit me to vent for her!”

She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her own face.

Kenton immediately pulled back, alarm flickering across his features. “No, Daisybelle, how could this be your fault? You’re a victim, too. You only defended yourself. How could you have known it would push Jada down the stairs? Don’t torment yourself. This isn’t on you.”

He gently brushed the tears from the corners of her eyes, his touch tender. Then, without hesitation, he drew her into his arms.

“But—”

“No buts,” he murmured, patting her back comfortingly. “You have me here. That’s all that matters.”

He glanced at Jada, his eyes narrowing. “Jada, this has gone on long enough. Daisybelle has already apologized. You should stop making trouble over this.”

His gaze swept the ward before settling back on her. “Stay here and rest. Daisybelle is shaken, too. I need to comfort her.”

Without sparing Jada another look, he wrapped an arm around Daisybelle and guided her toward the door.

At the threshold, he suddenly halted. His voice came low and cold, without turning back.

“Jada, I was the one who forged the testimony. It had nothing to do with Daisybelle. If you still have anger left, direct it at me. Stop targeting her.

“And another thing—your sister never came back. She’s gone. You’d do well to remind her not to cling to every little grievance. Going forward, you’ll need to get along with Daisybelle and Dapper.”

With that, he walked out, his arm still holding Daisybelle close.

Jada stared after them, but no tears came. Her eyes were dry, hollow.

‘Jodie’s never coming back. She’s truly gone…’ she wanted to tell him.

At that moment, her phone vibrated weakly in her hand. With effort, she lifted it.

On the screen was a video.

The footage from the night of her sister’s assault. Every second of Jodie’s futile struggle had been recorded. Along with it came the very evidence Dapper had sworn to have destroyed—now restored, intact, and in Jada’s possession.

And attached to it was a plane ticket. Departure: the next day. Destination: Italy.

Her hand trembled violently as she watched her sister’s suffering unfold on screen.

‘This time,’ she swore to herself, ‘Dapper—that son of a bitch—will pay and never get away with it for all eternity!’

7

After resting in the hospital for a day, Jada completed her discharge procedures the very next morning.

She hailed a cab back to the villa. There were some things she had to take with her.

But as soon as she pushed open the front door, she froze.

On the couch, Daisybelle and Kenton were leaning close together, chatting and laughing softly about something Jada couldn’t hear.

The sound of the door made them both turn their heads at the same time.

When his gaze landed on Jada standing at the entrance, Kenton visibly stiffened. Almost instinctively, he put a little more space between himself and Daisybelle.

“I told you to rest well in the hospital,” he said, rising quickly to his feet. His brows knitted as he walked toward her. “Why did you come home after just one day?”

He reached out to take her hand, but Jada sidestepped him without hesitation.

“I can’t stand the smell of hospitals,” she replied faintly, not even sparing him a glance. Turning her back to him, she walked straight upstairs.

Watching her frail yet resolute figure disappear up the staircase, Kenton froze midgesture, his hand suspended awkwardly in the air.

For the first time, something like panic flickered in his heart when he saw the look in her eyes.

His frown deepened, and in two long strides he was chasing after her.

“Jada, what’s wrong?”

Inside the bedroom, he found her seated at the vanity, carefully applying makeup. He stepped closer and reached out to smooth the loose strands of her hair.

“I’m fine. Just tired.”

Once again, Jada evaded his touch.

“Really fine?” he pressed.

“Mm.”

He exhaled in resignation. “Alright then.”

A moment later, he added, “Daisybelle’s been in low spirits because of Dapper’s situation. I want to take her to France for a while and help her clear her mind.”

His tone softened, coaxing, “You be good and stay home to recover. When you’re better, I’ll take you and Jodie on a trip, too.”

As he spoke, he finally pulled her into his embrace, patting her back with a gentleness that might have touched her once.

“Alright,” Jada answered. But nestled in his arms, her heart was utterly still.

All she wanted now was for him to leave quickly, so she could leave as well, taking what she came for.

“Kenton, are you ready? If we don’t go now, we’ll miss the flight!” Daisybelle’s voice rang out from downstairs.

“I know. I’m coming,” Kenton replied, his voice carrying back.

Before leaving, he touched Jada’s hair one last time. “Jada, wait for me here, okay?”

With that, he grabbed his suitcase and left the room.

The sound of the heavy door closing echoed through the villa. At the same time, it shut the last fragile thread of affection Jada had once held for him.

She rose, packed up her own suitcase, and went to the study. From the innermost part of the drawer, she easily retrieved the item she had been looking for.

On the desk, she left behind the divorce papers she had long since prepared, along with a thick folder—an investigation report on Daisybelle.

Then, dragging her suitcase behind her, she walked out.

Sliding into the car that Cortey Yusson had sent to pick her up, she gazed out the window at the shrinking silhouette of the Hyness’ villa.

Pulling out her phone, she began calling major media outlets one by one.

“Hello. I have new developments regarding the suicide of Jodie McNamee, the younger sister of Kenton Hynes’s wife.”

When the call ended, she clenched her phone tightly, watching the scenery blur past in reverse.

At the airport, Kenton had his arm around Daisybelle, chatting and laughing as they planned their little escape abroad.

Neither of them noticed the woman in dark sunglasses who brushed past them in the crowd.

That woman was Jada.

In her mind, she swore, ‘Kenton… I helped you build your company from the ground up. This time, I will be the one to take it back!’