The Rich Wife's Regret novel Chapter 2

I shook my head frantically, but the manager held me down, his grip unrelenting.

I’d explained countless times in prison – her father’s accident had nothing to do with me! Mr. Miller had supported my art, even arranged my first exhibition. Why would I hurt him?

But nobody believed me.

Just one accusation from Kyle Miller, and I was labeled a criminal, a social pariah.

My lips scraped against the filthy carpet as I squeezed the words out.

“Zoe, it wasn’t me…”

Hearing her name, her eyes welled up.

I laughed bitterly to myself. When I’d gotten the call about Mr. Miller’s accident, I’d rushed to the scene. He’d only had minor injuries. But after Kyle arrived and took him to the hospital, he’d slipped into a coma.

Maybe Kyle hadn’t done it for the money.

But what about for her?