"THE WEDDING RING" 💍 EPISODE 5💍

 

💍 "THE WEDDING RING" 💍 EPISODE 5💍

I opened it but was shocked to the point of collapsing upon seeing the report.

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"Hello, ma. Hello, ma. I think she is waking up. Keep fanning her," a fervent voice said.

After some time, when I had fully woken up and regained my strength, the detective questioned me again, asking if I knew more than I claimed.

Boldly, I replied, "While I was sleeping, I didn't notice anything." After staring at me for a while, he showed me the video again before saying, "You see in this video, your husband was not attacked by your sister's boyfriend; rather, he was trying to save him. If you look closely, you will see that your husband was already bitten by the snake before he was brought out of the car, which explains the blood stains on your wedding gown that day," he explained as I watched the video.

"So are you saying my madam is a snake?" James asked doubtfully.

"No, I'm not saying that. In fact, that's unimaginable. But no traces of a snake were found in the car except on madam's gown, where we saw some DNA particles of a snake.So, how come she wasn't bitten by the snake if it was on her gown?"

"If I may ask, how did my sister's ex-boyfriend know that we were attacked by a snake?" I asked, trying to hide my fears.

"That we don't know," said the detective.

"And you called me, who was unconscious, for questioning. Don't you know how to do your job properly?" I lashed out at him.

Feeling a bit tense, the detective asked us to take our leave. To cover my tracks, I asked the detective to close the case, and he did.

Back at my house, I began to panic because I had just killed an innocent man. I mean, I was the one who killed my husband. James, on the other hand, called me and encouraged us to work quickly to get hold of the vendor before things got out of hand.

Immediately, a thought popped into my head: The plan was to make another order, then inform the vendor that I would come to pick it up myself. Afterward, I would send the delivery guy to go pick it up for his freedom while we lay in ambush.

James accepted, and immediately I messaged the vendor. But it turned out she had blocked my number.

James immediately brought his SIM card, and we made an order. Surprisingly, the pickup point was still the same address where the delivery man confessed he took the package from.

We dressed the delivery guy and hid a mic and a camera on his shirt, while James and I waited at the pickup point, hidden.

Five minutes before the pickup time, we noticed two men in black hoodies pass by. Later, we saw the delivery guy approaching, but we didn't see anyone with a package.

As soon as the delivery guy stood by the solitary building, a tinted bus with no license plate pulled up in front of him, and two men bundled him into the car.

TO BE CONTINUE