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

the hook and had someone sabotage Vivi’s car, intentionally causing the accident and subsequently

a murderer.

such comments, Janet scrolled further 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 these accusations and began

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 and determine the truth as swiftly

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 her, sent shivers

Brandon grew concerned for Janet’s

he found Janet curled up on the sofa, looking alarmingly drawn

quickly approached Janet, enfolding her in a tight embrace and reassuring

some random occurrence. It feels… personal, calculated. The odds… they’re

storm,” he murmured in reassurance. But his words, meant to comfort, seemed to fall on deaf ears. If anything, the terror gnawing at Janet’s insides only seemed to