Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 317

Chapter 317: 317-After Justice

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With swollen eyes, Jenna kept staring at her phone.

"You said when I woke up, everything would be different for me," she repeated through her tears.

I reached for her hand and gently squeezed it.

"You were right."

She broke down, turning the phone toward me.

This was the first time I was actually watching the entire footage.

It showed Oliver without his clothes, being beaten by Ragnar as he listed the crimes Oliver had committed.

Of course, the names and identities of the women had not been disclosed.

Neither mine nor Jenna’s nor those of any of the other women he had traumatized were revealed, and I could tell there were far too many.

They were investigating him now, digging into everything.

They had confiscated both of his cell phones, including the secret one he had been using to text and film women.

Jenna clutched her chest as she cried, rubbing it with one hand.

"Jenna, it’s all over now," I told her.

"You know, I thought nobody would ever be able to help me," she began. "So many times, I thought that if I just ended my life, I would finally be able to rest. It seemed like the only way out for me. But then you— you just appeared out of nowhere in my life, like an angel."

Jenna broke down again, crying hysterically.

I could tell her mother could hear us because the bedroom door was completely ajar.

Knowing her mother, I was certain she was standing outside, listening.

"Jenna, listen to me," I said, taking the phone from her and setting it down before holding her hand. "You have to be strong, okay?"

I tightened my grip on her hand.

"It doesn’t matter if anybody finds out your videos were in there. Nobody has seen them. And even if someone has, it wasn’t your fault. None of this is your fault."

I gave her a firm look as I spoke.

I had to help her return to her life and continue her studies because, at that moment, she still seemed completely distraught.

Then Jenna paused as if drawing in a breath before looking at me, her eyes slowly widening.

"What is it?" I asked, wondering if there was something else she knew.

"Your brother," she uttered, wiping her cheeks with the backs of her hands.

"What about him?" I asked.

"Was he really guilty?"

The way she asked the question made my heart feel as though it had stopped beating.

Tears gathered in my eyes as I stared back at her.

"I mean, I know I shouldn’t question a victim, but was your brother ever given the chances Oliver had been given?"

She simply stared at me again.

I kept watching her face until a gentle knock sounded at the door, forcing me to look away.

"I just came by to ask how you’re feeling, Jenna," Ragnar said, standing in the fully ajar door.

She nodded, giving him permission to step inside.

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