Chapter 182

Matthew was a police informant. Oliver couldn’t wrap his head around it. For three whole years, he’d been digging for evidence, determined to bring Matthew down and give his late ex-girlfriend some peace in the afterlife. And now? Now he’s being told that the man he thought murdered her was actually working with the cops, and the woman he thought was innocent? A major drug lord. Turned out, he’d been wrong about everything. Still unwilling to believe it, Oliver muttered, “You’re lying. I read the case files. All the evidence pointed at you...” “So what?” Matthew cut in flatly. “Don’t you think it’s odd that all the evidence pointed at me, yet I walked free in the end?” A sudden gust of wind seemed to cut through Oliver, giving him chills. Had he really been wrong all along? He stood there, speechless, replaying Matthew’s words over and over in his head, trying to poke holes in them—but came up empty. Matthew added calmly, “You’ve heard the truth now. From here on, stay away from my wif