She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 457: Abbie's Conspiracy

Abbie couldn't help but recall the heartwarming scene she witnessed between Kelvin and Cheyenne earlier. She had never seen him smile so genuinely before. He had shown a side she had never experienced when they were together.

Lost in her thoughts, Abbie suddenly noticed Kelvin placing a pair of blue sapphire earrings in front of her. With a serious expression, he looked at her.

"Is this yours?" he asked.

Kelvin remembered clearly seeing her wear it numerous times before. This must be it.

As Abbie saw the earring, her heart skipped a beat, and a sense of panic arose within her. It was indeed her earring.

However, she wasn't sure if she had lost it that night, either at the abandoned building or on her way home. She had searched for a long time but couldn't find it anywhere.

And now, unexpectedly, it was in Kelvin's hand.

Abbie mustered a faint smile and reached out to take them. "Yes, it's my earring. I didn't expect you to find it. Please, give it back to me."

But just as her fingers were about to touch the earring, Kelvin pulled his hand back, tightly clutching onto it.

"This earring wasn't found by me but Cheyenne," he stated firmly.

Oh no!

In an instant, Abbie's face turned pale, drained of all color. Kelvin observed her reaction, evidently realizing something, and his handsome face turned ashen as he punched the sofa's armrest, causing a dull pain in his knuckles.

The atmosphere around them grew heavy, and his voice rang out coldly. "Did you kill Jase? Is this just your plan to frame Cheyenne? You're truly insane!"

"Insane?" Abbie chuckled, her lustrous eyes filled with tears, a touch of crimson making them heart-wrenching. "So now you're taking Cheyenne's side against me? If I'm truly insane, it's all because of what you've driven me to!"

"I know you won't rat me out, Kelvin, otherwise, you wouldn't have invited me here to talk," she continued smugly, reaching out to grab his arm, only to be pushed away by Kelvin.

He looked at her disdainfully, flicking her hand away without a trace of kindness. Impatience etched on his face, he demanded, "First, tell me, did you kill Jase?"

"It wasn't me," Abbie truthfully replied. She hadn't lied. It wasn't her who had killed Jase; it was Master Davon. She was merely an accomplice, handing him the knife.

"Then how do you explain your earring being found at the crime scene? And there's surveillance footage too. Do you want me to show it to you?" Kelvin took out his phone, opened the previously retrieved video from the hospital, and placed it in front of Abbie.

On the screen, they could see Abbie and Vincent walking out of the hospital room together. The person in the adjacent room was Jase.

"You both came out within a minute. Is that just a coincidence?" Kelvin questioned.

Abbie bit her rosy lip tightly, her complex emotions gradually clearing up, as if a determined resolve had settled in her eyes.

Initially, she had wanted to give Kelvin a chance. As long as he still loved her, she would spare him. However, the reality saddened Abbie. He had chosen to stand against her and interrogate her, siding with Cheyenne.

In that case, she could be heartless too.

What she couldn't have, Cheyenne wouldn't get either.

Abbie sneaked her hand into her handbag and took out a small glass vial. She dipped her finger into it, collecting a small amount of white powder under her fingernail. Then, she picked up a glass of red wine from the table.

Taking advantage of the moment, she discreetly flicked the white powder from her fingernail into the wine glass. She handed the glass to Kelvin.

"Kelvin, it has been quite a few days since we last met. Talking about such matters in such a beautiful ambiance seems dull. How about we have a drink first?" she suggested. "You answer my question first!" Kelvin retorted.

"If you don't drink, I won't answer," Abbie casually responded.

Seated on the elegant upholstered sofa, Abbie pressed her lips together. She wore a white gown, exuding purity and grace, like a lotus flower untainted by the mundane world. But beneath her good appearance hid a heart as treacherous as a snake.

Kelvin snatched the wine glass from her and swiftly downed its contents. The remaining red wine dripped from his lips onto his Adam's apple as it rolled sensually.

Abbie observed the scene play out. She had laced the wine with the drug Vincent had given her, which was potent enough to incapacitate even an ox, let alone a person.

A sharp sound echoed as the wine glass slipped from Kelvin's hand, shattering into countless pieces. The red wine spilled onto the golden floor, intertwining the red and gold, creating a gilded noble hue. The world before Kelvin's eyes grew hazy and chaotic.

Kelvin felt as if he were spinning in a stormy sea, growing heavy and bewildered. Finally, everything turned black, and he lost consciousness.

His tall body fell backward, quietly resting against the sofa, appearing as if he were merely sleeping.

When he woke up again, Kelvin found himself in a familiar yet unfamiliar setting. Clean floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a boundless blue sea, with fluffy white clouds reflecting on its surface like white cotton balls.

Warm sunlight bathed the room, but Kelvin's numb and cool body couldn't sense any warmth.

Kelvin finally remembered where he

was. This was the seaside villa he had rented for Abbie. It was located near Akloit's only stretch of sea, "Lovers Bay." Legend had it that purple moonlight on this seaside would stay together forever.

couples who could see the that the

A long time ago, a couple had come here in search of the purple moonlight. Unfortunately, the man died while diving, and his partner subsequently committed suicide out of grief. In her suicide note, she mentioned seeing the legendary purple moon the night before.

To commemorate their love, the locals renamed this stretch of sea "Lovers Bay." With the city's development, the surrounding land had been acquired by developers. Luxury waterfront villas were built, and the legend of Lovers Bay became a selling point.

Kelvin had chosen this place because it was not too far from the center of Akloit, taking at least an hour's drive back and forth. The second reason was that it was quiet and provided a suitable environment for Abbie to recover.

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect this place to become his prison one day.

How ridiculous.

A gentle breeze carrying a hint of salty sea air brushed his face as the pure white lace curtains fluttered in the air. Kelvin's gaze was drawn to a photo hanging on the floor-to-ceiling window.

All over the glass wall were Cheyenne's photos, each with a red cross drawn over her face, riddled with puncture marks. In bold letters, the word "DEAD" was written, delineating the homeowner's intense hatred.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.