A Boy in the Video Called My Late Fiance Dad, Standing Before My Bestie’s Wedding Photo Chapter 07

A Boy in the Video Called My Late Fiance Dad, Standing Before My Bestie’s Wedding Photo Chapter 07

I sat on a bench in the hallway and picked my 

phone back up. 

Future Julian and Vivian were still on the screen. 

The luxurious mansion behind them hadn’t 

changed. 

But they had. 

The shock was gone. 

Now there was only fear. 

Raw, overwhelming fear. 

“Hazel.” 

Future Julian clenched his jaw. 

“Name your price.” 

I raised an eyebrow. 

“What?” 

“Whatever you want, I’ll pay it.” 

His voice was strained. 

“Go withdraw the report. Tell the police it’s all a 

misunderstanding.” 

I almost laughed. 

“You can’t withdraw this.” 

“Forging a death certificate. Insurance fraud 

totaling ten million dollars. Those are criminal 

charges.” 

“This isn’t a private dispute.” 

“Whether I forgive you or not doesn’t matter.” 

“The state will prosecute.” 

Future Vivian snatched the phone away. 

Tears streamed down her face. 

“Hazel, please! We were best friends!” 

Her voice cracked. 

“Please forgive us.” 

“It was Julian’s idea!” 

“He was scared you wouldn’t agree to break up, so 

he came up with the fake–death plan.” 

“I tried to stop him. I really did!” 

The words had barely left her mouth when a door 

at the end of the hallway swung open. 

A familiar voice echoed from inside the 

interrogation room. 

Present–day Vivian. 

She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. 

“Detective, I swear I didn’t know anything!” 

“The fake death was Julian’s idea!” 

“The insurance policy was his idea!” 

“He lied to me!” 

“He told me his marriage was already over and 

that we could start a new life together!” 

“I didn’t know he was still legally married!” 

Her voice rose into a desperate scream. 

“The death certificate was arranged by him!” 

“The ten million dollars went into his offshore 

account!” 

“I didn’t get a single cent!” 

“I’m innocent!” 

Silence filled the hallway. 

Dead silence. 

I slowly looked back at the phone screen. 

Future Julian’s face had turned green. 

He listened as the woman he supposedly loved 

more than anything threw him under the bus the 

moment prison became a possibility. 

“Vivian…” 

His voice was low. 

Dangerously low. 

He turned toward the woman standing beside 

him. 

“If that happened seven years ago…” 

“Is that what you told the police?” 

Future Vivian’s eyes darted away. 

“I… I don’t know.” 

“I wasn’t there.” 

I smiled. 

“There it is.” 

“True love.” 

“The second things get hard, everybody runs for 

the nearest exit.” 

I raised the phone slightly. 

At that moment, present–day Julian was escorted 

out of the interrogation room for a site 

identification procedure. 

As he passed through the hallway, he spotted me. 

Something snapped. 

With a furious roar, he charged toward me. 

Two officers immediately tackled him and pinned 

him down. 

“Hazel!” 

His face twisted with rage. 

“You vicious bitch!” 

“You ruined my life!” 

“I’ll kill you!” 

The polished gentleman act was gone. 

What remained was the ugly truth underneath. 

I walked over and shoved the phone screen 

directly in front of his face. 

“Take a look.” 

“That’s you seven years from now.” 

“He’s watching you lose your mind like a rabid 

animal.” 

“Vivian already sold you out.” 

“Insurance fraud alone could put you away for 

over a decade.” 

Julian froze. 

His eyes locked onto his future self. 

The expensive suit. 

The defeated expression. 

The hollow eyes. 

Then suddenly, he laughed. 

A loud, broken laugh. 

Tears streamed down his face. 

“Good.” 

“Good.” 

“Vivian, you’re unbelievable.” 

He turned toward the detectives. 

“Officer, I’d like to make a statement.” 

“The death certificate wasn’t my idea alone.” 

“Vivian Rhodes arranged it through relatives 

overseas.” 

“Yes, I was the beneficiary of the insurance policy.” 

“But we planned the whole thing together.” 

“The money was supposed to be the startup 

capital for the company she wanted to launch.” 

“I have the text messages to prove it.” 

The moment those words came out, everything 

exploded. 

In another interrogation room, present–day Vivian 

reportedly collapsed. 

And on my phone screen, future Vivian let out a 

bloodcurdling scream. 

“Julian, shut up!” 

“Have you lost your mind?!”