My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

At that moment, Janet had just finished a shower and was sprawled on the couch, browsing through celebrity gossip. Suddenly, a headline about Vivi’s fatal car accident surfaced, leaving Janet taken aback. She blinked at the news article, doubting her own eyes, and clicked on it. After reading, a chill ran down her spine.

Vivi… was truly dead!

What on earth had happened?

Was it a mere accident or a vicious murder?

Janet’s mind swirled with confusion.

She haphazardly scrolled through a few comments and, just as she had anticipated, numerous users were berating her for her supposed cruelty, malice, and high-handedness.

Some had even cooked up conspiracy theories connecting Vivi’s death to the morning’s uproar outside the hospital. They speculated that Janet had not let

intentionally causing the accident and subsequently leading to Vivi’s demise. Some even outright

as a

down and was appalled to find some individuals had purposefully posted dubious “evidence” to accuse her directly as the perpetrator. What irked Janet the most was that some people actually bought into

quickly regained her composure. She knew that fury wouldn’t resolve the situation and that Internet users were often swayed by rumors, lacking the discernment to distinguish truth from fabrication. She realized that her immediate course of action should be to uncover the truth. Janet quickly contacted Brandon and her family, urging them to probe into the matter

car crash was merely an accident, it would be a regrettable tragedy but understandable. However, if it was a deliberate act, it meant someone was specifically targeting her. The mere notion that someone could target her with such malevolent and insidious tactics, even risking an innocent life to frame

receiving the news, Brandon grew concerned for Janet’s safety and

up on the sofa, looking alarmingly drawn and

approached Janet, enfolding her in a tight embrace and reassuring her gently, “Don’t worry, it might just be an accident.”

a leaf in the wind. “It doesn’t seem like some random occurrence. It feels… personal, calculated. The odds… they’re just

circles on her back. “Easy, Janet. You’re not alone in this storm,” he murmured in reassurance. But his words, meant to comfort, seemed to fall on deaf ears. If anything, the terror gnawing at