He Lied for 8 Years, I Exposed Him

Chapter 1

Eight years ago, my parents and I were eating at a restaurant.

A fire suddenly broke out due to the restaurant's improper operation.

My parents died in that fire, and I was saved by Nathan Linwood.

When I woke up in the hospital, one of the Linwood family members slapped me hard across the face.

"It's all your fault! If Nathan hadn't gone to save you, he would never have ended up in a coma. Why didn't you die instead? Why don't you just die!"

Madam Linwood, who had always been kind and warm to me, looked at me like I was her sworn enemy in that moment.

I tried to explain, but I found I couldn't speak at all.

By the time I was discharged from the hospital, the Linwoods had already moved abroad.

For eight whole years, I waited every single day, and I prayed that Nathan would be okay.

Now, eight years later, he called me from overseas, and the first words he said to me were, "Agnes Wayne, once I'm back, we'll get married."

I believed him completely, but I never saw it coming—these eight years were nothing but a joke.

"I know. You're worried that if your parents find out you got hurt saving me, they'll hold it against me, so you told everyone you saved Agnes instead."

"That's why you've always been so good to me, so why can't we marry? These eight years, your parents have seen how I've treated you! Why?"

Olivia Jackson's words pulled my wandering thoughts back to the present.

I saw them holding each other tightly. Nathan looked torn and said, "But you were responsible for the death of Agnes's parents!"

In just a split second, I felt my entire world crumble around me.

What did that mean? My parents were killed by Olivia?

I tried to rush over to confront them, but I got tripped by a passer-by.

When I looked up again, they were already gone.

My hands were shaking, and I dialed Nathan's number, but his phone was powered off.

My brain was practically exploding, and I racked my brain trying to recall every fragment from eight years ago.

I thought for a long time, turning over every small detail I could recall, and I think I did get something.

I had seen Olivia in the restaurant's back kitchen that day.

I had thought I was mistaken back then, but looking back now, she really was there.

After I calmed myself down, I made a phone call. "Yes, I want you to investigate the truth of what happened eight years ago, especially any details connected to Olivia and Nathan."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news."

Right after I hung up, I got a friend request from an unknown account.

My instinct told me that it was definitely Olivia.

I accepted the request, and in just a moment, a series of photos were sent to me.

Do you really think he loves you?

This provocative message arrived right after the photos.

If I had seen this half an hour earlier, I probably would have broken down completely. But right now, I just find it all laughable.

In the photos, Nathan was beaming, looking so perfectly happy.

But he never should have lied to me for eight full years.

I thought to myself that they were a scumbag and a homewrecker, and neither of them deserves a happy ending!

My silence provoked Olivia, so she sent even more photos.