My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 53

The next day, the investigation results landed in my inbox.

On Zack's relationship history, it was confirmed that Bella was his ex-girlfriend.

But...

I narrowed my eyes at a familiar name.

Lena.

She was Bella's childhood friend.

It was laughable that I had been kept in the dark all this time.

Taking a deep breath, I kept scrolling.

The more I read, the colder my heart became.

In the two years I had been with Zack, he had never cut ties with Bella.

There were even surveillance footage from a French restaurant, where all three of them were dining together.

I looked at the time shown in the photos, then scrolled through my chat logs with Zack.

That time—

it was when he told me he was working late.

Many of the photos were taken during the time he claimed to be at work.

I had wondered why he left my easy, high-paying job at my family's company to take up a job that left him exhausted and made little money.

Now I knew—it was to make it convenient for him to meet up with her.

I felt a wave of disgust.

What a time management master he was!

Along with these findings was Zack's credit report.

I stared at the numerous overdue bills.

Not only that, he also owed loan sharks.

All the money he'd made in the past years seemed to have gone into repaying those debts.

I think I finally figured out why he'd been with me.

Two years ago, when I had just returned to the country, fresh out of college, full of ambition, I refused to take up a vase position at my father's company.

I thought I had so much more to offer.

No matter how well I did at my family's company, I'd always be labeled.

So, I found a job as an interpreter.

It was during this time that I met Zack, the employee I'd been working with.

Back then, Zack, just as that netizen had described, was chubby and round-faced.

Instinctively, as the car approached, Zack threw himself on top of me,

shielding me with his body.

He was badly injured and had to stay in the hospital for a long time.

I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

I transferred him a large sum of money.

I was deeply touched by his heroic act of saving me.

It made me see him through rose-colored glasses.

So, when he asked me out for a meal after his discharge, I didn't refuse.

We began meeting more and more often.

Slowly but surely, our feelings grew.

And just like that, we got together.

I tried to find something good about Zack.

After all, he really did risk his life to save me, didn't he?

For that alone, I could part with him in a dignified manner, not dwelling on his betrayal.

But when I kept rechecking his information, a cold shiver ran through my body.