The video concluded at this point, as the evidence was already abundant. The fact that Josie was Liana had already been firmly established. She had presented the evidence to everyone, making her grievances and determination known to all.
Numerous thoughts raced through Claudia’s mind, leaving her bewildered. Dexter helped her to sit down, then finally stepped into the public’s view, assuring everyone that he had not vanished.
Rachel saw the man approaching her with steady steps. Her heart no longer fluttered with excitement; only fear remained.
Dexter had a slender figure. He slowly crouched down, his facial expression concealed from Rachel’s sight, leaving her uncertain about his thoughts.
“I’ll only ask you one thing. Where is Josie?” he inquired. He was at his breaking point. Everything that had transpired that day was in pursuit of an answer.
Rachel looked at him, suddenly realizing that he had known all along. Everything that had occurred had unfolded because he had allowed it. Otherwise, these individuals wouldn’t have appeared so seamlessly, one by one.
She burst into laughter, laughing so hysterically that she could barely catch her breath. “You want to meet Josie? In your dreams!”
Upon hearing her words, Dexter abruptly reached out, gripping her throat.
“Don’t blame me for not warning you. When I torment someone, I can make them experience a fate worse than death.”
Forced to tilt her head back, Rachel felt her breath being taken away. A sharp pain coursed through her lungs, and through clenched teeth, she retorted, “You can’t possibly give me a chance to live after all this. I want Josie to accompany me in death! It’s about time!”
This sentence made Dexter involuntarily tighten his grip as though he was holding a fragile bird. He turned his head and called out, “Moses!”
He was reluctant to admit that his heart had indeed trembled at the threat.
Moses hurried over. “Olsen Residence is too large. We’re still searching, but we’ve almost covered the entire area!”
Dexter abruptly threw Rachel onto the ground. Hearing the sound of flesh colliding with the floor, he frowned in disgust. “You’d better pray you don’t die too quickly and that you still have the strength to talk back to me!”
Gone was even the slightest semblance of the charade he had put on just a few hours ago. At this moment, all he felt for her was disgust.
Rachel collapsed onto the ground, gazing at the surreal surroundings in a daze.
“Dexter, you can’t treat me like this. I am your wife…”
Dexter stepped over her and continued walking straight ahead.
“Dexter!” she shouted. “Since it has come to this, I just want to know when you found out!”
It was the same question, a question that caused Dexter’s brain to throb in pain. Waves of endless regret washed over him. He could have discovered the truth sooner.
He stood still, his back turned toward Rachel. “Perhaps it was the first time I saw Josie in a white dress.”
This was the truth. The first time he saw Josie in white, he began to harbor doubts. She bore a striking resemblance to the person in his memory, a likeness that no one else could imitate.
Later, more and more clues began to surface, including an instance before the bomb exploded when Josie even said, “Choose white.”
A mix of jealousy and hatred stirred within Rachel, and she laughed.
“How sweet. But Dexter, since you had already suspected it, why did you still let things escalate? Is Josie-”
Before she could finish her sentence, Dexter had already turned around once more. Swiftly and ruthlessly, he stepped on her hand. “That’s because she desired it to happen today.”
Josie wanted to reveal the truth to everyone on this significant day. He allowed her to continue in this manner, even fanning the flames.
