My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

At that moment, Janet had just finished a shower and was sprawled on the couch, browsing through celebrity gossip. Suddenly,
a headline about Vivi’s fatal car accident surfaced, leaving Janet taken aback. She blinked at the news article, doubting her own
eyes, and clicked on it. After reading, a chill ran down her spine.
Vivi... was truly dead!
What on earth had happened?
Was it a mere accident or a vicious murder?
Janet’s mind swirled with confusion.
She haphazardly scrolled through a few comments and, just as she had anticipated, numerous users were berating her for her
supposed cruelty, malice, and high-handedness.
Some had even cooked up conspiracy theories connecting Vivi’s death to the morning’s uproar outside the hospital. They
speculated that Janet had not let
Vivi off the hook and had someone sabotage Vivi’s car, intentionally causing the accident and subsequently leading to Vivi’s
demise. Some even outright labeled
Janet as a murderer.
Upon seeing such comments, Janet scrolled further down and was appalled to find some individuals had purposefully posted
dubious “evidence” to accuse her directly as the perpetrator. What irked Janet the most was that some people actually bought
into these accusations and began incessantly urging the police to investigate her.
Janet seethed with anger, but she quickly regained her composure. She knew that fury wouldn’t resolve the situation and that
Internet users were often swayed by rumors, lacking the discernment to distinguish truth from fabrication. She realized that her
immediate course of action should be to uncover the truth. Janet quickly contacted Brandon and her family, urging them to probe
into the matter and determine the truth as swiftly as possible
If Vivi’s car crash was merely an accident, it would be a regrettable tragedy but understandable. However, if it was a deliberate
act, it meant someone was specifically targeting her. The mere notion that someone could target her with such malevolent and
insidious tactics, even risking an innocent life to frame her, sent shivers down Janet’s spine. Without uncovering the truth, she
would be unable to find peace in her daily life.

Upon receiving the news, Brandon grew concerned for Janet’s safety and hastily returned home.
Upon his arrival, he found Janet curled up on the sofa, looking alarmingly drawn and visibly shaken by the incident.
Brandon’s heart ached at the sight, ninjanovel.com and he quickly approached Janet, enfolding her in a tight embrace and
reassuring her gently, “Don’t worry, it might just be an accident.”
Janet’s fingers dug into the fabric of Brandon’s shirt, her frame quivering like a leaf in the wind. “It doesn’t seem like some
random occurrence. It feels... personal, calculated. The odds... they’re just too stacked,” she admitted, her voice barely more
than a whisper.
Brandon’s hand traced soothing circles on her back. “Easy, Janet. You’re not alone in this storm,” he murmured in reassurance.
But his words, meant to comfort, seemed to fall on deaf ears. If anything, the terror gnawing at Janet’s insides only seemed to
intensify, a relentless tide with each passing second. 1
She lifted her ashen face to his, her lips quivering like a frightened bird. “Vivi’s death wasn’t just some freak accident. It couldn’t
be that straightforward. It’s like
I’m caught in a web, a meticulously spun trap. The puppeteer had Vivi plead with me in the morning, and by evening, she was a
casualty of a fatal car crash. They manipulated dubious evidence, riling up the Internet users and drawing me into their play. It’s
all laser-focused on me!” Her voice dropped to a dangerous growl, her eyes flashing fire. “It’s despicable, utterly inhumane! They
sacrificed an innocent life just to frame me!”
Sensing her emotions spiraling, Brandon pulled her closer, his arms a firm anchor in her storm.
Nestled in his embrace, Janet drank in his comforting scent, and the chaos within her began to ebb away.
She took a steadying breath, locking her gaze with his. “Brandon, level with me. What are the odds this crash was just that—an
accident? J] need the unvarnished truth.”
His brows furrowed in thought, the gravity of the situation weighing on him before he finally conceded, “It’s a minefield of
coincidences. It’s highly likely there’s a puppeteer pulling the strings.”
A sad, knowing smile touched Janet’s lips as she nodded, a whisper of resignation tinging her voice. “I thought as much.”
Brandon exhaled a sigh heavy with self-reproach. “I let my guard down. I should’ve sniffed out the puppeteer sooner, before they
had the chance to ensnare Vivi in their scheme.”