<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“What?” Lorenzo’s expression darkened instantly. He swung a vicious p across Melody’s face, snarling, “You called the cops, you bitch?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I didn’t.” Melody shook her head, denying it. But deep down, she felt a glimmer of hope. She was saved.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Unable to risk a confrontation with the police, Lorenzo had no choice but to order an immediate retreat. However, fearing Melody might scream and draw the officers closer, they reluctantly left her behind and fled.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside the vi.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A group of police officers stormed in, quickly helping Melody to her feet. One asked, “Are you alright?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m fine,” Melody replied gratefully, but her relief was cut short when something cold snapped around her wrists.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Looking down, she saw a pair of handcuffs locking her in ce.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You…” Melody barely had time to voice her confusion before being escorted to a police car.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She yelled, “What are you doing? Why are you arresting me? I’m the victim here!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Victim?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A female officer scoffed, her tone icy. “Your confessionst night matches the details of the murder case perfectly. You turned yourself in, admitting to the crime, and now you’re denying it? Justice always prevails. Don’t waste your time struggling.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Melody was stunned. She had never turned herself in and confessed to anything.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Suddenly, it hit her. She recalled Lorenzo’s men saying that Wilma had gone to the police station seeking protection after escaping.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But now it seemed Wilma hadn’t just reported the situation. She had turned herself in while she was still in Melody’s body Melody’s expression shifted drastically. She pointed back at the vi and shouted, “The person who confessed yesterday</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Go arrest her!” wasn’t me! It was someone else, and she was still in that vill</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The officers ignored her plea.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Last night, “Melody” confessed and also instructed the police toe to this vi at this exact time to find her. She’d even promised full cooperation in providing detailed ounts of how Jade was murdered.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Thus, the officers were here solely to apprehend her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As for the vi, they couldn’t simply barge in without a search warrant or further evidence.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Melody sat in the police car, stunned and silent. Her world felt like it was crumbling.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Because of an impulsive decision, she had been outmaneuyered The body swap had put her into Wilma’s body. Then, Wilma, wearing Melody’s face, had executed a n to destroy Melody’s life.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">No wonder Wilma had been caught so quickly after escaping. It was all part of a trap, meticulously prepared.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The moment they swapped bodies back, the arrest was set in motion.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If Melody had known this would happen, she would never have gone through with the swap.</font></font>
Melody seethed, feeling like she might explode with rage. Still, she forced herself to y dumb. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I demand awyer. This is nder, defamation!”
Once at the station, Melody adamantly denied turning herself in the previous night.
Then, the officers yed her a recording of the confession.
The video yed, showing Wilma wearing Melody’s face, tearfully confessing, “I killed Jade Payne. at that time, I had my brother, Jansen, kidnap Alexia Harper to frame Tiffany Kelley, but Jade saw everything.
“I begged her not to say anything, but she refused. In a moment of panic, I acted.”
The officer asked, “What was the murder weapon?”
Wilma replied, “A rope. I used a rope to strangle her. I pulled too hard and killed her. I panicked, so I made Jansen take the me.”
“What made you decide to confess now?”
“I’m scared. I have nightmares every night, so… I had toe clean.”
If this confession wasn’t enough to shake Melody, what followed was even more damning.
In the video, Wilma stared at the camera with Melody’s face, saying, “I have some mental issues. Sometimes, I forget what I’ve said the next day. So I want to sign the confession while I’m clear–headed.”
‘Mental instability? Confessing while clear–headed?‘ Melody’s pupils dted as the realization hit her. Wilma had masterfully blocked every path of escape.
With a confession signed and video evidence presented, every denial Melody made now looked like the ramblings of a mentally unstable person.
Her rage boiled over. Standing abruptly, she shouted, “No! That person in the video isn’t me. The signature isn’t mine. That’s not even my handwriting! I demand awyer!”
The female officer across from her gave her a calm yet piercing look. “ording to our investigation, the im of your mental instability does seem credible.”
The police had interviewed people at her school. Her ssmates said the same things. They confirmed that Melody had undergone a drastic personality shift.
Once known as aposed, aloof figure, she had suddenly turned into someone petty, greedy, and prone to stealing. Such a dramatic change could easily be interpreted as mental illness. Plus, no one would believe that her body had been taken over by someone else.
Melody shook her head, her expression bing increasingly deranged. “I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill her! I didn’t!”
Even Jade’s disbelieving eyes staring at Melody in death did nothing to sway Melody’s denial and steadfast refusal to admit guilt.
Melody thought it wasn’t her fault. Jade had brought it upon herself. She had seen what she shouldn’t have and tried to stand in her way.
Melody’s eyes turned bloodshot, her hands clenched into fists.
The police officer continued, “Besides this confession, we also have another.”
A document wasid before her, detailing another admission.
This one described how Melody had contributed to the death of Ged during a hitman’s attack.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The document imed she had lured Ged back under the pretense of being unable to walk further. Then, she pushed him toward the car. The vehicle struck him, and he was impaled on a metal shard, killing him instantly.</font></font>N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Every word matched the crime scene perfectly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Melody shook her head in disbelief. After swapping bodies, Wilma couldn’t have ess to her memories.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She figured it had to be Tiffany.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Tiffany must have bribed Wilma to execute this n. That was the only exnation for why these old cas up again.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Otherwise, there was no reason for these two old cases, already settled with Jansen’s confession and death, to be brought back to light.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The female officer raised an eyebrow. “And there’s a third confession. You admitted to poisoning your brother, Jansen Princeton, forcing him to take the me through an apparent guilt–driven suicide.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As always, her signature was at the bottom.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Melody shook her head vehemently. “That’s not my handwriting. I don’t ept it.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The female officer said, “Whether you ept it or not, thew will ensure that justice is served for all the victims.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Three lives were lost. The officer stood, shaking her head with a sigh.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Justice might be dyed, but it would never be absent.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In no time, news of Melody being charged spread like wildfire.</font></font>