Framed for a Hit-and-Run Reborn to Expose My Wife and Her Ex

Chapter 7

Liam Reed's eyes narrowed as Detective West's words landed.

The way West spoke—so certain, so direct—meant only one thing: he had the evidence to back it up.

Even my wife, Hannah, and my father, who were usually so self-assured, suddenly stepped back. The unease on their faces was hard to miss.

Without wasting a second, West advanced, his finger pointing straight at Liam.

"The person who ran from the scene wasn't Zach Sullivan—it was you, Liam Reed!"

The officers, sensing the shift, moved fast, pinning Liam to the ground.

Panic flashed across Liam's face as he struggled to escape.

"The dashcam footage, the traffic cams—they both clearly show Zach's face!" he yelled, his voice shaking. "Detective West, are you really accusing me just because Zach hired you? That's crazy!"

West didn't flinch. He calmly handed over a stack of evidence.

I took the files, flipping through them slowly. I could feel the weight of the moment. After a deep breath, I stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Detective West's shoulder. I turned my gaze to Liam—cold, sharp, unyielding.

The dashcam footage had been thoroughly verified, the forensic team giving it a clean bill of health.

But the footage wasn't the problem. It was who was behind the wheel.

Faking it would've been easy. A high-quality silicone mask of my face, a little cooperation from Hannah, and anyone watching that footage would have no reason to question it. The traffic cams weren't sharp enough to catch the details.

Hannah, already on edge, moved in front of Liam, trying to block the officers.

"What are you doing?" she screamed, her voice rising.

"You can't just arrest Liam because some detective says so! This is madness!"

She wrapped her arms around Liam, pulling him away from the officers, like she was trying to shield him from the world.

"Help! They're attacking an innocent man! This is police brutality!"

Her over-the-top display caught my attention. I was watching closely. Something felt off.

This wasn't the Hannah I knew.

I remembered a moment—at a concert, when the spotlight randomly picked couples for a kiss. When it landed on us, I leaned in to kiss her cheek, only for her to shove me away with an annoyed look. Public affection? She never did that.

But now? She was practically clinging to Liam, as if she didn't care who was watching.

The crowd noticed too. Whispers spread like wildfire.

"Something's definitely going on between Liam and Hannah."

"Seriously, why is she making a scene? They're just asking him questions."

"She's way too defensive—she's hiding something!"

Even the victim's family, who'd been blinded by rage moments ago, started to hesitate. Doubt crept in, slowly but surely.

I turned my cold eyes back to Liam, his panic rising by the second.

I didn't waste time. My voice was sharp as I asked, "Where were you the day of the hit-and-run? What exactly were you doing?"

Hannah, like a cornered animal, snapped. Her voice fractured with panic.

"Stop trying to distract everyone! You're the one who's guilty! You must've bribed everyone to cover your tracks!"