A Boy in the Video Called My Late Fiance Dad, Standing Before My Bestie’s Wedding Photo Chapter 06

A Boy in the Video Called My Late Fiance Dad, Standing Before My Bestie’s Wedding Photo Chapter 06

I let out a short laugh and turned the camera 

toward the scene once more. 

Toward Vivian on the ground. 

Toward Julian in handcuffs. 

“I didn’t die,” I said. 

“Your future did.” 

One of the officers shoved present–day Julian 

forward. 

“Move. You’re coming with us.” 

Julian fought wildly against their grip. 

“Hazel!” he screamed toward my phone. “Hang up! 

What the hell did you do? Give me the phone!” 

He lunged toward me. 

I stepped back before he could reach it. 

“Take him.” 

The officer’s voice cracked like a whip. 

Julian was forced into the back of a patrol car. 

A female officer hauled Vivian to her feet and escorted her toward another vehicle. 

Still holding the phone, I walked to my own car and 

climbed inside. 

The video call remained connected. 

Future Julian was practically roaring through the 

screen. 

“Hazel! What is going on? Did you change the past? Did you call the police?!” 

I secured the phone in the dashboard mount and started my engine, following the patrol cars. 

toward the station. 

“Yes.” 

My voice was calm. 

“I called the police.” 

“Julian is suspected of forging a death certificate, committing insurance fraud, and collecting a 

ten–million–dollar payout. He also committed 

bigamy. Vivian was his accomplice.” 

I kept my eyes on the road. 

“Tell me something.” 

“For the past seven years, have the two of you 

enjoyed your perfect little life?” 

“Did you enjoy building it on my mother’s grave?” 

“Did you enjoy building it on mine?” 

Future Vivian suddenly shrieked. 

“No! You can’t report us! You’ll ruin everything!” 

She grabbed Julian’s arm frantically. 

“Julian, do something! Stop her! If the past 

changes, it’ll affect our present!” 

A cold laugh escaped me. 

“That’s exactly the point.” 

I wanted to ruin them. 

By the time I arrived at the police station, 

detectives were already moving quickly. 

I carried the phone inside and entered the 

statement room. 

Without ending the call, I placed the phone face. 

down on the table. 

They couldn’t see anything. 

But they could hear every word. 

This wasn’t some minor offense. 

The amount involved was enormous. 

The crimes were serious. 

The entire department was treating the case as a 

priority. 

Between my official report and the copies of the 

insurance policies Julian had purchased shortly before his “death,” investigators immediately 

launched an intensive interrogation.