Three Years in Prison for His Lover's Crime novel Chapter 1

Simon gently brushed away the broken hair on my forehead.

With a voice like a demon from hell.

"She has been taking this medicine for three years, and she has not dementia yet, which is also her fate, as long as she can't withstand the side effects and become completely insane, the murder three years ago, no one will suspect."

"My Anna will clear the suspicion once and for all."

The doctor looked at the pale face on the bed and could not bear it.

"Although Miss Anna's condition has been stabilized, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not occur in the future, you keep Sally for the wedding, and keep her around, just in case, and continue to give Miss Anna a scapegoat?"

"You are committing a crime by shielding the murderer! If anyone found out, your family would be ruined! Miss Sally is innocent. Why are you so cruel to her? Drugging her to make her believe she killed her parents is ridiculous!"

Simon cold face, severely cut out his eyes.

"Anna's dream is to shine on the stage, she must not have any stain on her body!"

"As for Sally..... Since she is the scapegoat of Anna, I naturally will not mistreat her, and the position of Mrs. Simon will be enough for her life."

"Needless to say, go ahead and prepare, expose the news of her release on the Internet and distract netizens."

An unattended corner.

Tears trickled down the corners of his eyes.

Then I understood why he wanted to marry me even though I was a murderer.

What love does not change, what love for a long time, are lies.

My existence is just a scapegoat for the murderer, Anna.

Pave the way for Ann ran happiness can sacrifice ashes at will.

Three years ago, I suddenly suffered from insomnia.

Simon put down work, regardless of parents persuasion will take me to psychiatric treatment.

Every time I take a pill, I fall into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, he said I'd been sleepwalking.

A tendency to intentionally hurt.

He tied my limbs to the bed so I wouldn't suspect.

Said he didn't want to worry my parents, hid the news.

I took the medicine the doctor ordered, but it got worse and worse.

I choked and convulsed involuntarily.

He took me in his arms and patted me on the back as he did before.

"Sally, the past has passed, that day, you did stab them in the heart with your own knife, and you have read the autopsy report after waking up, and only your fingerprints are on it."

"I don't blame you, I believe your uncle and aunt will forgive you, you are their only daughter, must cheer up, I will accompany you, sooner or later one day you can recover."

The last hope in my heart is gone.

He kissed me tenderly on the forehead.

The actions are as loving as ever.

But I can no longer feel his temperature.

The expression of pain deepened.

He rushed anxiously out the door Shouting:

"And the doctor? Doctor! Change your medicine! Bring your medicine with the least side effects!"

The sound faded away.