She Killed My Ex novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Send Her to Jail 

“I didn’t kill her. Please trust me.” Caroline Jameson stared perversely at the man in the car. The rain came pouring down, wetting the car windows and blurring her sight. She could vaguely see the cold face of the man sitting in the car. Shivering, Caroline stood outside the car and shouted across the window, “Bentley, at least you should give me a chance to explain to you!” 

The car door suddenly opened. Before a smile crept onto Caroline’s face, she was dragged into the car by a great force. She fell on him and his white shirt immediately got wet. 

“Bentley, listen, I didn’t hire those hooligans to rape Winnie.” Shortly after she finished these words, he reached out and pinched her chin without any pity. The next moment, his charming voice sounded on the top of her head. “Do you like me so much?” 

It was a cold voice, with the light smell of tobacco. It was his smell. 

“What?” Caroline asked confusedly. Everyone knew that she liked him, but why did he suddenly ask her this question? 

Pinching her chin with one hand, Bentley Shawn reached the other long, powerful arm toward her and gently touched her wetted, cold cheek. Caroline was captivated and got lost in his gentle eyes. She could even imagine what would happen next – he would ask her if she was cold or not. 

However, Bentley suddenly exuded a cold aura and asked coldly, “Caroline, do you like me so much? That you even spare no expense to kill Winne?” 

A cold feeling surged in Caroline’s heart and spread to her limbs. Caroline awoke from her illusion and smiled bitterly. How would he treat her gently? It turned out that it was not his tenderness, but Satan’s smile. 

“I didn’t mean to kill Winne.” She tried to justify herself. 

“Yep, you didn’t mean to kill Winne. You just hired several hooligans to rape her.” Fierceness gradually rose in Bentley’s eyes as he said the words. Without giving Caroline a chance to explain, he raised his hand and tore her clothes. 

Caroline screamed. 

Accompanied by a scream, Caroline was mercilessly pushed out of the car and fell into the rain. Bentley’s cold voice sounded especially clear in the rain. 

“Caroline, oh, Ms. Jameson, I will return what you’ve done to Winne to you. How does being naked feel?” 

Caroline suddenly raised her head and looked into the car in disbelief. Bentley, who was sitting in the car, looked down at her condescendingly. Then he took out his handkerchief, slowly wiped his fingers, and said, “Ms. Jameson, I’m very tired now. Please go back.” 

“Bentley, listen. I really…” 

“Ms. Jameson, I can listen to you, but there’s a premise.” Bentley raised his eyes indifferently, swept a glance across Caroline, and said, “If you can kneel before my manor for one night, perhaps I will feel better and give you ten minutes to explain.” 

The car door was then closed and a handkerchief was thrown out of the car. It lightly landed before her and got wet by the rain soon. 

Caroline bowed her head, picked up the handkerchief, and pinched it tightly in her palm. 

Bentley’s car drove into the Shawns’ manor and the manor’s iron gate was relentlessly closed before her. 

Caroline looked pale in the rain. After standing on the spot for a while, she suddenly raised her head and walked to the gate of the Shawns’ manor. She pressed her lips tightly and abruptly knelt. 

She was on her knees. 

It was not for redemption! 

It was just because Winnie was her friend! She knelt because her friend died, but not because she killed Winnie though everyone thought so. 

She knelt to beg him to give her ten minutes to explain. 

Her clothes had been torn apart and looked tattered. They could barely cover her key parts. Though she had to cover her body with both hands, she still straightened her back. She was such a proud woman. She was still unyielding even if she was on her knees. She had her self-esteem and dignity. After all, she was Caroline of Lehcaster! 

She knelt stubbornly for a chance to explain. She didn’t kill Winnie. And she wouldn’t admit what she didn’t do! 

But, could she really get such a chance? 

Could she really explain it clearly? 

Moreover, would anyone believe her words? 

The rain was getting heavier and it showed no sign to stop. 

… 

One night passed. 

In the downpour, Caroline still knelt before the Shawns’ manor. 

The rain drenched her dress. She had knelt in the rain for a whole night. 

When the dawn finally came, the manor, which had been enveloped in dead silence for a whole night, finally came alive. A silver-haired, old butler, holding an old-fashioned, black umbrella, walked out of the manor. 

With a creak, the iron doors, which had been closed for a whole night, were opened to both sides, leaving a gap. Caroline finally moved. She raised her head and gave a pale smile to the old butler standing in between the iron doors. 

“Ms. Jameson, Mr. Shawn asked you to leave the manor.” The old butler’s hair had been meticulously combed and showed no trace of disorder even if it was raining. It was as meticulous as the rigorously trimmed grasses and plants in the manor. He then threw a coat at Caroline.