Charles sneered, “Does it matter who said it? As you say, facts are facts. That's the key here. Does it really matter who told me about it?”
Sarah yelled back. “What makes you so sure that I made up rumors to frame Emma or and even drive her away? Do you have any evidence to prove that I have an intimate relationship with Frank? You just listen to others. Do you think it is right for you to frame your wife like this?”
Charles laughed hysterically. “Hum? Evidence? Would Emma lie to me?
She wouldn’t even blame you directly, but I can tell what you did to her from her fragmented sentences when she cried out to me. As for Frank, I have pictures. Do you want to take a look at yourself?”
While talking, Charles took his phone out and showed her some pictures. “Do you want to see these photos taken by some spectators? Who is that woman walking into the restaurant arm in arm with Frank?” He showed her the corresponding pictures as he spoke.
Sarah saw a blurred photo on his phone. The picture was showing Frank entering a restaurant with a woman in a white dress. They looked intimate, laughing, and talking. In some of the images, the woman was holding his hand, seemingly quite attached to him.
The picture wasn't clear, with only the woman’s back and Frank’s face visible. Sarah couldn't see the woman’s face, but just a blurred profile. She was wearing the same dress she had been wearing that night in question.
Surprised, Sarah screamed. “That is not me! I was with your dad that night. He was comforting me. You can ask him. That woman is not me!”
Charles suddenly laughed out in a sad tone. “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, Sarah. You're such a hypocrite! Here is the evidence. If you say this woman isn't you, then who is she? Who would dress the same way you do and go out with Frank? Is it a coincidence?” He laughed out loud.
“Charles, are you even reluctant to ask your dad? You completely don’t trust me! How can you so easily be fooled and believe others over me?”
“Fool? That's because you're not trustworthy! There is no reason for you to call me foolish!”
His words were infuriating for Sarah. She stared at him with cold eyes and said, “Charles, I know you won’t trust me no matter what I say. What on earth do you want to do? What will make you believe in me?”
“Believe? What do I want?” Charles laughed ironically, “I thought I was just deceived. You are the same as any other woman, reckless and cunning. I have seen and tried many girls like you. If I knew you were one of them, I wouldn’t have married you. I'm a fool and deserve to be cheated! You did a good job, Sarah!” said he, patting her face.
Sarah was sorrowful. This was the worst of all that had happened to her so far. She had never been this angry and sad before. Every innocent person refuses to get framed like this, much more when it comes to the person you love the most. Was there any difference between being cheated and doubted or being directly stabbed in her chest with a knife?
“Charles, you really are a shameless and bad man!” She hissed.
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