AIDEN'S POV
"This is not true. Let her go," I yelled at the policeman who was handcuffing Selena.
"I'm sorry, sir, but she's under arrest for the murder of Mr. Evans," the policeman repeated as I clenched my fist, trying to suppress the boiling anger inside me.
How can this be happening, out of all days?
"That's wrong. My wife didn't do anything," I defended, moving closer to where the policeman stood with Selena's hands cuffed.
"Son, leave the authorities to do their job already," my mom chimed in, and I turned around to face her in disbelief.
"Their job? You call accusing someone a job?" I questioned my mother.
"What if they aren't accusing her and she's the actual culprit?" my mother said, increasing the anger I felt within.
"I didn't do anything. I swear on th
