The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 744

“It wasn’t purely coincidental. Yvette picked you as her scapegoat from the start. Yvette had a crush on Zachary, but you were his girlfriend at the time. So, choosing you as the scapegoat seemed like the perfect plan for her,” Jonathan ́explained.

Rosalie’s hair stood on her back.

It turned out that Yvette’s idea was to kill two birds with one stone!

She didn’t happen to be a scapegoat by chance. She had been deliberately chosen. to shoulder the blame from the very outset of this conspiracy.

Rosalie closed her eyes and digested the truth.

Much of the truth was harsh, but perhaps an even harsher reality lay in wait for her ahead.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and her hands clenched the thin quilt covering her. After a prolonged silence, she opened her eyes, gazed at Jonathan again, and asked, “When you reopened the case back then, you were actually hoping I wouldn’t uncover the truth, weren’t you? So, you found Mike, leading me to believe that was the whole truth.”

Jonathan’s body quivered slightly, and he slowly walked toward Rosalie.

Every time he took a step closer, her fingers clenched the sheet tighter. Finally, he stood by the bed and knelt down in front of her. “I’m sorry. At that time, I believed that this was the best way to bring closure to the case.

He had never thought that he would apologize so many times.

However, in recent days, he had uttered numerous apologies before her, both when she was awake and when she was asleep.

“Why did you lie to me?” She drew a deep breath and raised her voice unconsciously. “You could have chosen not to share the truth and refrain from investigating the case. But why did you lie to me? Why did you lead me to believe that Mike was the true perpetrator? Why did you seek to protect Yvette?”

she asked felt like the sharpest of blades, piercing

was afraid that you’d leave me once you knew the truth,

the way you love someone? Do you love me in

the Hamilton family through a lawful trial, and I…

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His

no longer the formidable Jonathan of Strico, but a poor man

Jonathan blankly. He knelt in front of her with pain and regret on his face, but she didn’t know

had suffered so much. It came too late, as she had placed her unwavering

fate might have been if they had never crossed paths after her release from prison, and if he had never fallen in

His hands were cold and trembling. As he clasped her hand, it felt as if he were grasping a piece of driftwood in the

his grip on

cry for as long as you want, shed as many tears as necessary. Please

though something heavy was constricting her

that one day she would see him crying under such circumstances.

continued to stream down his cheeks, falling onto her and his hands, each drop feeling like

to his face with the hand that wasn’t held by him. As her fingers brushed

away, and rushed into

it felt as if she wanted to expel every last bit from her

this, Jonathan became instantly alarmed. Subconsciously, he raised his hand to comfortingly stroke her back, attempting to aid her in breathing and alleviate her discomfort.

back, she vomited even