I looked at Owen coldly.
With each page he turned, the anger on his face slowly gave way to shock, until, at last, he went pale with disbelief.
"Those... are fake, aren't they?" Owen looked up, his voice shaking slightly. "Technology's so advanced now. Photos can be edited, chat logs can be faked. Stella, if you hate me, take it out on me. Why would you frame an innocent girl like this?"
For a moment, I thought I'd heard him wrong.
I risked my life giving birth to his child, and he abandoned me outside the operating room for another woman. Arna moved into our home, wore my slippers, used my coffee machine, and in the end, he was the one demanding that I kneel and apologize to her. Now the truth was right in front of him, and he still thought I'd fabricated everything?
I let out a cold
