Dumping My Billionaire Fiancé novel
Then, while all the guests were still in shock, I grabbed Ezra's sister and bridesmaid, Camila Smith, and slapped her hard thirty-eight times.
Everyone thought I was crazy and wanted to lock me in a mental hospital.
I was excitedly popping champagne and celebrating all night inside.
In my previous life, after the wedding, Camila, a pediatric nurse, set the children's hospital on fire, causing many kids to die on the spot.
The police and numerous families surrounded my house, angrily accusing me of being the arsonist.
I was completely bewildered, and Ezra even presented surveillance footage to testify against me.
He said, "You always complained that taking care of sick kids was worse than taking care of a dog, but I never thought you could be this cruel!"
Hearing this, the families lost control and poured gasoline on me, burning me alive on the spot.
*****
"Oh my God! The bride went crazy at the billionaire's wedding!"
"This bride is really unlucky. She was about to marry into a wealthy family but went crazy at the last moment."
In the hall, guests in suits crowded together. Some quickly pulled out hidden cameras, frantically taking pictures of the stage. Others crouched in the corner with their heads in their hands, silently praying.
At the moment Ezra and I were exchanging vows, I not only slapped him loudly in public but also grabbed a beggar nearby and kissed him.
The entire venue fell silent instantly.
I took the chance to grab Camila's hair, dragged her to the ground, and slapped her thirty-eight times.
Looking at her swollen face, I burst into laughter.
Camila's screams brought everyone back to their senses, and they all looked at me in disbelief.
"She must be crazy, right? Camila is her best friend! I heard she even introduced her to Ezra!"
Ezra quickly pulled Camila into his arms to protect her. His gaze at me was filled with shock and disbelief.
He said, "Hannah, what's wrong with you? How could you do this to Camila? Didn't you say she was your best friend?"
"And the entire wedding venue today was carefully planned by us together. What are you dissatisfied with to act like this?"
I tore off the veil and threw it at them, then knocked over the champagne tower I had carefully stacked.
Instantly, the banquet hall was filled with screams one after another.
Ezra held Camila tighter and glared at me. "Hannah, you've really lost it. Believe it or not, I'll send you to a mental hospital right now!"
I heard it and was more than happy to let them send me to a mental hospital.
In my previous life, not long after the wedding, Camila set the pediatric hospital on fire.
At that time, it was flu season, and the wards were packed with children.
Because the fire wasn't discovered in time, all the hospitalized children were burned to death on the spot.
The next day, the police came straight to my door and took me away. They released surveillance footage showing me setting the hospital on fire.
But on the night of the incident, I was clearly soaking in a hot spring with Ezra. I asked him to prove my innocence.
But he looked grim, his brows furrowed. "She complains to me every day after work about how troublesome the children are, even dreaming of burning those kids to death. I never thought she'd actually do it."
"These are the clothes she changed out of yesterday. The nanny found several large burn holes on the edges."
I stared at him in disbelief, unable to believe he would say such things.
The incident kept escalating, and my wrongdoing sparked outrage across the internet.
On the day of the trial, several parents who had lost their children stormed into the courtroom, doused me with gasoline, and burned me alive.
"Wretch, you burned my child to death and destroyed my whole family! Ill make you pay with your life!"
When I opened my eyes again, I felt that the mental hospital was actually pretty nice.
My days in the mental hospital were quite peaceful, with three nutritious meals a day and no need to work.
Every day, after eating my fill, Id take a walk in the garden and bask in the sun. Life was leisurely and pleasant.
A week later, the doctor said I was doing well and could be discharged.
I figured Camila should have already burned down the children's hospital.
My phone dinged, and just like in my previous life, major media platforms were scrambling to report on the children's hospital fire.
Countless parents supported each other, sobbing in front of the ruins reduced to rubble.
I had just left the hospital when Ezra and Camila hurried over, followed by a large group of enraged family members.
As soon as Ezra saw me, his eyes turned red, and he questioned me with a trembling voice, "Hannah, I never thought you could be so cruel. It's one thing to complain about the sick children being annoying, but how could you actually do something like this?"
"That's over two thousand lives, over two thousand families' hopes!"
Camila's eyes were swollen and red. "Hannah, even though you're my good friend, I won't cover for you today. As a fellow pediatrician, seeing so many adorable little lives, how could you bring yourself to do this?"
Ezra looked at me as if I were a heinous criminal, wishing he could tear me to pieces.
With the testimony of my two relatives, the parents present instantly erupted with emotions they had been suppressing for so long.
Mentioning the children who were burned to death, some parents collapsed to the ground, wailing uncontrollably.
Some parents clenched their fists, eyes bloodshot, shouting for my life in return.
Some passersby, seeing such a lively scene, immediately raised their phones.
"Look! The real arsonist who burned down the hospital has been found! I heard it's even the head of the pediatrics department!"
"Everyone, look closely at her face! Such a demon shouldn't exist in this world!"
I was stunned, thinking, "I've been locked in the psychiatric hospital all week, what evidence do they have to accuse me as the culprit?"
Before I could speak, a water bottle slammed into my forehead, and blood gushed out instantly.
Then more random things were thrown at me. I wanted to explain, but no one listened.
They screamed for my life, and some, in their agitation, even grabbed knives from nearby stalls to kill me.
More and more passersby, upon hearing this, wanted to join in punishing me, causing severe traffic congestion at the hospital entrance.
At this moment, my attending doctor Julian Reed stepped out of an ambulance with its hazard lights flashing.
He looked at the gathered crowd in front of him and shouted sternly, "What's going on? This is the hospital entrance. Who among you can take responsibility for delaying emergency care?"
I saw him, and my eyes lit up. "Dr. Reed, they say I burned the hospital last night and want to kill me."
Ezra tried to grab me, but I dodged, making him even more furious. "If not you, then who else!"
Camila raised her phone and played a video.
In the video, I was wearing a white coat, covering a crying child while cursing him to hurry up and die.
In my previous life, after Camila uploaded this video to social media, my wrongdoing sparked outrage across the internet.
The enraged parents, blinded by fury, poured gasoline on me right at the trial and burned me alive.
The pain of the scorching flames searing my soul in my past life still makes me tremble all over when I think about it now.
Ezra's eyes were filled with undisguised amusement, though his face still feigned righteous indignation. "Hannah, we've been together for so many years, and I only just realized how vicious and cold-blooded you are."
Camila chimed in, "Hannah, you're the department head. You're the only one with emergency access to the ward. Who else could it be but you?"
The families, stirred up by them, were overwhelmed with emotions, their eyes burning with the fire of revenge, as if they were ready to tear me apart and devour me the next moment.
They gradually closed in on me at the center of the crowd.
At that moment, a stern shout rang out, "Stop it!"
Julian shielded me behind him. "This is a hospital. Who gave you permission to cause such a scene?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of security guards holding electric batons appeared behind him.
I took the chance to ask, "What makes you say I committed arson? Did anyone see me start the fire with their own eyes?"
In my past life, I was inexplicably labeled a murderer. In this life, I will never let them falsely accuse me again.
Camila refused to back down. "Stop making excuses. That sneaky figure I saw after work yesterday was you."
Hearing this, a security guard with bloodshot eyes stepped forward excitedly. "You can't just accuse someone without proof."
"Our hospital's inpatient department locks the doors at nine every night. After nine, no one is allowed in or out, and it's strictly guarded. Besides, the fire happened at eleven. What evidence do you have that it was one of our patients who went out and started it?"
Camila trembled in fear at the security guard's imposing manner, while Ezra's face darkened as he played a surveillance video.
In the video, I was wearing a white coat, skillfully avoiding the on-duty nurse's line of sight as I slipped into the children's ward. Shortly after, thick black smoke started seeping through the door crack.
The hospital's surveillance was very high-definition, clearly showing the hospital gown worn under the white coat, with several large burn holes on the pant legs from flames.
Even though I experienced this once in my previous life, I still couldn't help but feel a bit shocked.
If the security hadn't also pulled up footage of me resting in the ward during the same time, I would have doubted whether I was sleepwalking.
The scene fell into dead silence.
"How can there be two Dr. Stevens?"
"Which video is real?"
The family members, originally full of indignation, were also confused.
Ezra confidently pointed at me. "I'm her boyfriend of ten years, how could I not tell which one is her?"
"She's the one who set the hospital on fire, I'm sure of it!"
"Though I don't know what method she used, your child was definitely burned to death by her!"
"The real culprit you're looking for is right in front of you, hurry up and arrest her."
Ezra stood in front of the family, shouting loudly with his neck stiffened.
He was emotionally intense and spoke obsessively, even the originally furious family members noticed it.
Julian frowned. "Since both sides question the authenticity of each other's videos, why not hand all the evidence over to the police for handling?"
Ezra sneered at the words, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Julian and me.
He said, "I knew it, after all these days in the hospital, you two have already hooked up, right?"
"Hannah, you're truly disgusting! No wonder even the hospital security guards are scrambling to testify for you."
He deliberately put on a look of disgust.
Julian clenched his fists. "What nonsense are you spouting? When Hannah was brought in, she was unconscious and slept all day. It took several days for her emotions to stabilize."
"And you, as her boyfriend, didn't show up even once during her hospitalization, yet now you dare to slander her innocence without any evidence?"
Ezra sneered. "She suddenly went crazy, what's that got to do with me?"
The onlookers found it strange tooEzra's attitude toward me was nothing like what a devoted boyfriend of ten years should have.
Seeing the crowd hesitate, Ezra grew even more irritable, almost roaring, "The real murderer of your child is right in front of you, what are you hesitating for? Are you even the child's real parents?"
He kept stirring up the emotions of the family members, refusing to stop until he saw me burned to death.
Everyone could tell it wasnt that simple, so they calmed down and waited for the police investigation results.
Soon, four or five police officers walked over from outside the crowd.
The leading officer said, "After the on-site investigation, it was confirmed that the arsonist used this lighter to start the fire. A clear fingerprint was extracted from it, and upon comparison, it was confirmed to belong to Hannah."
A policewoman walked up to me and took out her badge. "Youre Hannah, right? Please come with us to assist in the investigation."
In an instant, I became the target of everyone's criticism again.
The family members pointed trembling fingers at me, their eyes red as they shouted, "Beat this demon to death and avenge our children!"
"Kill her!"
*****
This scene is all too familiar. In my previous life, it was the sameshortly after the fire broke out, I was taken away by the police.
They showed surveillance footage, claiming I was the arsonist who burned over two thousand young patients.
Everything was interconnected, like a web already woven, just waiting for me to step into it.
The police's words caused even greater unrest among the parents on the scene.
If not for the police stopping them, I would probably have been torn to pieces by the furious families by now.
I stepped back behind the police and calmly said, "Don't you want to know who the real culprit is?"
A hint of panic flashed in Ezra and Camila's eyes, but they quickly feigned composure.
Ezra pointed at me angrily and shouted, "Hannah, the police already found your fingerprints, what are you still denying?"
Camila chimed in, "At this point, you might as well confess. Maybe you can get a lighter sentence."
The family members, originally held back by the police, became even more furious, as if they wanted to tear me apart on the spot.
The policewoman frowned slightly and took out handcuffs to take me away. "Hannah, you are currently the prime suspect. We have to take you back for further investigation."
I said, "I didn't kill anyone."
I pulled my hand back, took out my phone, and brought up the hospital's surveillance footage.
The moment the sound played from the video, I curled my lips into a smile. This was the day I had been waiting for.
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