Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 122: Chapter 122
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The witness had been decapitated, the body submerged in a bathtub filled with bloody water, the bloated corpse creating ripples as it floated.
Blood dripped steadily onto the floor, one drop at a time...
The overwhelming stench of rust mixed with indescribable putrefaction assaulted Marlow's senses. The horrific scene made her retch repeatedly as her vision swam.
Before she could recover, a shout came from behind: "Don't move! Hands in the air!"
A team of police officers stormed the apartment, restraining Marlow's arms.
The familiar sound of handcuffs clicking into place registered dimly as Marlow, barely recovered from her physical revulsion, was forcibly removed from the building.
The moment they emerged outside, blinding camera flashes assaulted her eyes.
Marlow looked up coldly to see reporter Mack grinning at her from behind his camera. "Attorney Reeves, fancy meeting you here."
Clearly, he had been waiting specifically for this moment.
Neighborhood residents pointed and whispered, their contemptuous stares piercing through Marlow, reopening old wounds.
"So young, yet already a criminal. She deserves this!"
"Must be one of those kids raised without proper parenting. A stint in prison will straighten her out."
The barrage of insults hit her from all sides, as if everyone present was eager for her destruction.
The scene was identical to her arrest three years ago. Marlow trembled, biting her lip until she tasted blood, forcing herself to regain composure.
Suddenly, a rotten egg struck her shoulder. More projectiles followed, accompanied by curses. The previously quiet tenement area transformed into a savage court of public judgment.
Through the chaos, Marlow understood—whoever had framed her three years ago had struck again.
That evening, Justice Daily published news of Marlow's arrest on suspicion of murder.
The story exploded online: a woman embroiled in a media scandal one day was arrested for murder the next. The hashtag #MarlowReeves trended nationwide as speculation ran wild.
Unexpectedly, in the midst of this frenzy, Camden Barrett—currently Hollywood's most sought-after leading man—posted a video statement.
His eyes blazed with conviction as he spoke deliberately, each word weighted with authority.
[I've known Marlow for many years. She is a person of integrity and principle who would never commit such a crime. I trust our justice system will vindicate her, and I urge everyone to remain rational and believe in justice.]
When online trolls questioned his right to vouch for Marlow, Camden replied directly:
[I stake my entire future career on her innocence. She is not a killer.]
This declaration set the internet ablaze.
The hashtag #MarlowReevesCamdenBarrett dominated Twitter for three straight days.
Everyone speculated about the relationship between Marlow and Camden, including Gregory and his associates, who began investigating this seemingly unconnected man.
Of course, Marlow knew nothing about any of this.
She was unaware of Camden's public defense, or that he'd been threatened by his studio executives and lost several major roles because of his statement. She didn't know that public opinion had turned viciously against them both.
Nor did she know that scores of fans had flooded Camden's social media accounts to unfollow him, while tabloids plastered unflattering photos across every platform.
Three days later, Marlow's alibi was verified. Gregory, desperate to secure the inheritance token, had no choice but to arrange her bail, his face ashen with anger.
"Remember why you're being released. Don't end up like your mother!" he warned as he drove away.
Watching his car disappear, Marlow clenched her fists tightly and called Walter.
"Walter, it's time to proceed with our plan."
Blood dripped steadily onto the floor, one drop at a time...
The overwhelming stench of rust mixed with indescribable putrefaction assaulted Marlow's senses. The horrific scene made her retch repeatedly as her vision swam.
Before she could recover, a shout came from behind: "Don't move! Hands in the air!"
A team of police officers stormed the apartment, restraining Marlow's arms.
The familiar sound of handcuffs clicking into place registered dimly as Marlow, barely recovered from her physical revulsion, was forcibly removed from the building.
The moment they emerged outside, blinding camera flashes assaulted her eyes.
Marlow looked up coldly to see reporter Mack grinning at her from behind his camera. "Attorney Reeves, fancy meeting you here."
Clearly, he had been waiting specifically for this moment.
Neighborhood residents pointed and whispered, their contemptuous stares piercing through Marlow, reopening old wounds.
"So young, yet already a criminal. She deserves this!"
"Must be one of those kids raised without proper parenting. A stint in prison will straighten her out."
The barrage of insults hit her from all sides, as if everyone present was eager for her destruction.
The scene was identical to her arrest three years ago. Marlow trembled, biting her lip until she tasted blood, forcing herself to regain composure.
Suddenly, a rotten egg struck her shoulder. More projectiles followed, accompanied by curses. The previously quiet tenement area transformed into a savage court of public judgment.
Through the chaos, Marlow understood—whoever had framed her three years ago had struck again.
That evening, Justice Daily published news of Marlow's arrest on suspicion of murder.
The story exploded online: a woman embroiled in a media scandal one day was arrested for murder the next. The hashtag #MarlowReeves trended nationwide as speculation ran wild.
Unexpectedly, in the midst of this frenzy, Camden Barrett—currently Hollywood's most sought-after leading man—posted a video statement.
His eyes blazed with conviction as he spoke deliberately, each word weighted with authority.
[I've known Marlow for many years. She is a person of integrity and principle who would never commit such a crime. I trust our justice system will vindicate her, and I urge everyone to remain rational and believe in justice.]
When online trolls questioned his right to vouch for Marlow, Camden replied directly:
[I stake my entire future career on her innocence. She is not a killer.]
This declaration set the internet ablaze.
The hashtag #MarlowReevesCamdenBarrett dominated Twitter for three straight days.
Everyone speculated about the relationship between Marlow and Camden, including Gregory and his associates, who began investigating this seemingly unconnected man.
Of course, Marlow knew nothing about any of this.
She was unaware of Camden's public defense, or that he'd been threatened by his studio executives and lost several major roles because of his statement. She didn't know that public opinion had turned viciously against them both.
Nor did she know that scores of fans had flooded Camden's social media accounts to unfollow him, while tabloids plastered unflattering photos across every platform.
Three days later, Marlow's alibi was verified. Gregory, desperate to secure the inheritance token, had no choice but to arrange her bail, his face ashen with anger.
"Remember why you're being released. Don't end up like your mother!" he warned as he drove away.
Watching his car disappear, Marlow clenched her fists tightly and called Walter.
"Walter, it's time to proceed with our plan."
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