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

Chapter 9

Liam's struggles were in vain as two officers held him down, firmly pinning him to the ground.

Meanwhile, my father and Hannah, who had tried to slip away unnoticed, were stopped by the crowd and dragged forward to the police officers.

"I found it!" one officer suddenly shouted. "There's evidence in Liam's cloud backup!"

He quickly saved copies of the files, each one more incriminating than the last, solid proof of Liam's guilt.

I stepped forward, my hand gripping the evidence Detective West had given me earlier.

"Liam Reed used a hyper-realistic silicone mask to impersonate me," I started, my voice cutting through the tension. "It didn't need to be perfect—just close enough to make the dashcam footage and traffic cameras mistake him for me."

Detective West pulled out a sealed evidence bag and revealed the mask—a chillingly realistic replica of my face.

The crowd erupted in outrage.

"That explains everything! That's why the guy in the dashcam footage looked like Zach!"

"With those grainy cameras, a mask like that would fool anyone!"

"If Zach hadn't been locked up and hired Detective West, this whole frame-up might've worked!"

I kept going, exposing Liam's twisted plan in meticulous detail.

"Hannah was in on it," I said, my voice steady and unwavering. "She stood nearby, yelling my name during the incident to make sure the witnesses believed I was behind the wheel."

"And then, my father showed up—delivering the final blow by testifying against me to make sure I was the one they'd convict."

As I went through more evidence from Liam's phone, the crowd's anger reached a boiling point. All eyes were on Liam, still restrained by the officers, his fate sealed.

I continued flipping through the documents Detective West had handed me, my expression hardening. Not only did they expose Liam's plot, but they also revealed a whole treasure trove of messages between him and Hannah.

The victim's family, standing nearby, began to breathe heavily. One of them gripped a knife so tightly that his knuckles went white.

They had nearly killed me—the innocent man—while the real culprit, Liam, stood right in front of them.

Unable to hold it in anymore, one of the family members stepped forward. In a single, swift motion, he lunged behind Liam and drove the knife deep into his chest.

Blood exploded from the wound, splattering onto the ground.

The officers, too focused on keeping me safe, were caught off guard and couldn't react fast enough.

Liam collapsed in a twitching heap, gasping before going completely still.

The family member who'd stabbed him dropped to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

"One life… two lives…" he choked out, his voice breaking. "My wife… and our baby…"

Tears streamed down his face as he clutched his head, his body shaking with grief. His wife, eight months pregnant, had been the love of his life. She'd been carrying their unborn child, a life they had eagerly anticipated.

But all of it had been ripped away—because of Liam's selfishness.

Hannah, frozen in shock, screamed when she saw Liam's lifeless body.

"Liam! Liam!" she wailed, rushing toward him. "Somebody help him! Please, help him!"

She collapsed onto him, pressing her hands against his bloodied chest in a desperate, useless attempt to stop the bleeding. But it was too late—Liam was already gone.

I stepped forward, my voice cutting through her hysteria.

"Tell me, Hannah," I said coldly, "why did you and Liam go so far to destroy me?"