Pregnant With Her Mother's Murderer, I Divorced My Wife

Late one night, my mother-in-law was walking home after a round of square dancing when a drunk driver dragged her for nearly a kilometer.

By the time I got the call, she was already lying in the morgue—her face so mangled she was unrecognizable.

When the police showed me the surveillance footage, I clenched my teeth in hatred, vowing to seek justice for her.

But the very next day, my wife asked me to meet her at a restaurant. She tossed a document across the table. Her expression was cold and sharp.