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I suddenly received a text message during our date: "The mistress will die tonight."
I didn't think much of it, since I wasn't a mistress anyway.
But later that night, while getting intimate with my boyfriend, there was a sudden knock at the door.
"Honey, I'm home."

I Will Die Tonight

Yesterday's woman was tall and slender, with an oval face, delicate features, and porcelain-white skin.


The Monica before me now was petite, with a round face, big eyes, and sun-kissed skin.


They were definitely not the same person.


Sobbing uncontrollably, I cried out, "No, no, it was Monica who killed them! Not her!"


Delia tried to soothe me helplessly, "Miss Everhart, this is Monica. We've already verified her identity."


Monica angrily complained to the police, "I don't know any Holt or Kerpan you're talking about. Is this woman mentally ill? Are you going to believe every accusation from some random lunatic?"


Delia had no choice but to lead me out.


Back in the interrogation room, she asked me, "Miss Callie, do you have any history of mental illness?"


As she asked this, her gaze fell on my collar.


Because on my body, there were marks from electric shock therapy.


Chapter 5