A Boy in the Video Called My Late Fiance Dad, Standing Before My Bestie’s Wedding Photo Chapter 08

A Boy in the Video Called My Late Fiance Dad, Standing Before My Bestie’s Wedding Photo Chapter 08

I watched as the future versions of them, seven 

years ahead in that parallel timeline, finally turned 

on each other. 

The illusion of a loving, devoted marriage. 

shattered in an instant. 

Years of betrayal had finally ripped away the 

mask. 

Their seven–year marriage had been built on lies 

and my blood. Now that the foundation had 

cracked, everything they’d built came crashing 

down with it. 

I ignored their screaming match and walked out of 

the police station with my phone in hand. 

A cold drizzle had started falling from the gray 

sky. 

I didn’t bother opening an umbrella. 

I let the rain soak through my clothes as I drove 

home. 

My mother was sitting on the couch waiting for 

1. me. 

The second she saw me walk through the door, 

she jumped to her feet. 

“Hazel! Where have you been? Why are you 

completely drenched?” 

The sight of her standing there, healthy and alive, 

made my eyes sting. 

“Mom, I’m okay.” 

I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around 

her. 

Holding her tightly, I whispered, “Julian isn’t dead. 

He’s a liar. The police arrested him.” 

She froze. 

Then her entire body began trembling. 

Not from fear. 

From rage. 

“That monster!” she snapped. “How could he do 

something so sick to another human being?” 

After calming her down, I retreated to my 

bedroom. 

My phone screen was still glowing. 

The video call had now lasted more than three 

hours. 

The image on the other side was dim. 

Seven–years–later Julian sat on the floor with both 

hands tangled in his hair. 

Vivian was nowhere to be seen. 

“Where is she?” I asked coldly. 

Julian slowly lifted his head. 

His eyes were bloodshot. 

“She packed her things and left. She’s terrified that 

if the past changes, her company will collapse. 

She’s already trying to move whatever assets she 

has left.” 

A bitter laugh escaped him. 

“Hazel, you won. You successfully turned us 

against each other.” 

“This isn’t paranoia,” I said as I pulled out a chair and sat down. “It’s reality.” 

I stared directly at him. 

“You’ve always been a selfish coward. You didn’t 

have the courage to break up with me honestly, so 

you faked your death and ran away from 

responsibility.” 

Then I continued. 

“And Vivian is a greedy opportunist. She wanted 

your money, but she didn’t want the reputation of 

being the woman who destroyed someone else’s 

marriage.” 

My lips curled into a cold smile. 

“The two of you were perfect for each other.” 

The next morning, the investigation moved at 

lightning speed. 

Julian’s offshore accounts were frozen. 

The corporate accounts under Vivian’s name were 

seized as well after authorities uncovered 

evidence of money laundering and the transfer of 

fraudulent assets. 

As both the victim and Julian’s legal wife, I 

cooperated fully with investigators. 

I handed over extensive evidence documenting the movement of marital assets throughout our 

marriage. 

For the past three years, I’d pinched every penny. 

Meanwhile, Julian had quietly transferred our joint savings into a hidden account in small amounts 

over time. 

Eventually, that money had ended up in Vivian’s 

overseas accounts. 

With my attorney beside me, I began a full forensic review of every asset Julian owned. 

As I looked down at my phone, the image from the seven–years–later timeline suddenly flickered. 

Inside the mansion, priceless paintings vanished 

from the walls and were replaced by cheap 

reproductions. 

The bottles of Château Lafite in the wine cellar 

disappeared one after another, leaving behind 

nothing but empty shelves. 

Future Julian shot to his feet in panic. 

His eyes darted wildly around the room. 

“What the hell is happening?” he shouted. 

“Where’s my stuff?”