My Cheating Wife Tried to Murder Me novel Chapter 4

My relationship with Cynthia had never been equal from the very beginning. All my friends said I was too eager to please, but I didn't mind. From the moment I first saw Cynthia in college, I liked her.

I didn't mind being overly attentive, and just seeing her made me happy.

At first, Cynthia didn't accept me.

It wasn't until one day when she was cornered by a group of people in an alley, that I happened to pass by and save her. Cynthia said she hadn't realized I had such a kind heart.

"There aren't many brave souls left in this world, Wayne. You're truly a good man."

I didn't want to be just a "good man" in her eyes, though. Cynthia got close, leaning in, and said, "Wayne, I've heard you're quite the scholar."

At that moment, I was so flustered that even my ears turned red. From that day on, I used tutoring her as an excuse to spend more time together.

I loved the ambiguity of our relationship, and we gradually grew closer. We went to concerts together, took trips outside the city, and finally, Cynthia agreed to be my girlfriend.

We got married after graduating from college. To stay with her, I turned down an assignment abroad and chose to stay in Los Angeles.

This accident made me realize that in Cynthia's heart, I would never compare to her so-called "best friend" Carsen.

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Under Carsen's instigation, Cynthia posted about me and my savior all over the internet. After Valentine's Day, her post went viral, claiming that I caused a car accident while trying to screw with my mistress in the car.

People flooded the comments with insults, saying my savior was despicable.

They said that I should just die along with that shameless mistress.

They insisted a pervert like me, driven by lust, would do anything for a thrill…

They even targeted my savior, refusing to blur her face, photoshopping her image in black and white as if she'd already died.

I warned Cynthia many times that there was no need to involve innocent people in our problems.

Cynthia ignored me, saying it was the price I had to pay for cheating.

I rushed in to stop them, while Cynthia stood to the side and told me not to bother.

"This is a live broadcast, Wayne. Let the world see how you defend your mistress and go against your lawful wife."

With her hands on her hips, Cynthia had rallied a group of women to attack the girl who saved me. The girl knelt, sobbing and begging them not to destroy everything.

She looked at me with red eyes and said she regretted it.

"I should've never gotten involved and saved you. Couldn't you let my mother rest in peace?"

"I'm sorry."

I apologized, feeling immense guilt. I knew our problems shouldn't have dragged innocent people down with us.

As chaos erupted around us, the police burst through the door, but Cynthia's expression remained calm.

"Everyone, freeze. Get down." The officer entered with a grim look on his face. "Mr. Riddle, the investigation into your car accident has concluded. It was a deliberate and malicious act. The driver is under suspicion of attempted murder. Please cooperate and come with us."