After My Ex-Husband Sent Me to Prison, I Married His Brother - Chapter 5

The sudden twist in the case came out of nowhere.

Overnight, countless WeChat chat logs between Jiang Jin Xue and her close friends were leaked by the media.

The internet exploded with discussions, and it quickly shot up to the top of trending social topics.

[Why should Lin Yihuan be allowed to steal my Jifeng and marry him?!]
[I’m planning to invite Lin Yihuan out and push her off a building. What do you think? Sound good?]
[Don’t worry, Jifeng will definitely take my side.]
[Because I’m pregnant. Even though the baby isn’t his, Jifeng doesn’t know that! He thinks we slept together that night, but he was so drunk he couldn’t even get it up—how could I have gotten pregnant?]
[Worst case, even if the truth gets out, Jifeng is still Lin Yihuan’s husband. He’ll definitely be willing to sign a forgiveness statement for me! So I’ve decided to take the gamble.]
[As long as Lin Yihuan dies, I’ll officially become the young madam of the Zhou family.]

Every screenshot exposed Jiang Jin Xue’s cruelty and scheming nature.

With public pressure mounting, the police quickly re-examined the evidence and uncovered the truth.

And so—

On the 58th day of Lin Yihuan’s detention, she was finally cleared of all murder charges and declared innocent.

As the heavy black doors in front of her slowly opened and fresh air poured in from outside, Lin Yihuan couldn’t hold back the tears welling in her eyes.

Everything she’d endured felt like a long, terrible nightmare.

But now, she was finally waking up.

The same clothes she’d been wearing when she was arrested now hung loosely on her—so baggy it looked like the clothes were wearing her.

Lin Yihuan didn’t even look like a pregnant woman anymore—more like a walking stick.

Outside the prison walls, a black Maybach had been waiting for a long time.

As soon as Lin Yihuan stepped out, the car door flung open and a tall figure quickly approached her.

“You had those chat records as evidence—why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

It was Zhou Jifeng.

His dark eyes were full of anger. His first words were cold and accusatory.

“Lin Yihuan, was this fun for you? You clearly could’ve submitted that evidence to the court and quietly proven your innocence. But instead, you leaked it to the media and caused a huge public scandal!”

“Do you have any idea? Jin Xue’s grave was dug up, and her tombstone was completely defaced! Are you happy now?!”

Lin Yihuan pressed her lips together, staying silent.

Zhou Jifeng grew even more frustrated. “Say something! Are you mute now?”

“What’s there for me to be happy about?”

She answered flatly.

Her voice was distant and cold.

Zhou Jifeng froze. Clearly, he hadn’t expected her to talk back.

“Happy to finally see just how deeply my husband loved his mistress? Yeah, that’s definitely something to celebrate.”

“You—”

“We’re already divorced. I don’t want to see you again.”

Lin Yihuan was unusually calm—maybe because she had already reached the point of despair. Maybe because the chaos and trauma of the past had drained everything from her.

She was completely exhausted—physically and emotionally.

She turned to leave, but Zhou Jifeng grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, dragging her toward his car.

“You’re coming with me!”

Lin Yihuan panicked and struggled against him. “Zhou Jifeng, what are you doing?! Where are you taking me?!”

“To the hospital! We’re getting rid of that bastard child you’re carrying!”

His fists were clenched tight. The warm, gentle look he used to wear was gone—his eyes now burned with rage.

“You seduced some random guy and got pregnant just to avoid the death sentence, didn’t you? Well, now that you’ve been declared innocent, that baby’s useless. I won’t allow it to stay!”

Zhou Jifeng didn’t even understand what had gotten into him. But just imagining Lin Yihuan being pressed under another man, moaning and gasping in bed, drove him insane.

She’d said it herself—he was the only one in her heart, the only one she ever loved!

So how could she?!

“Let go of me!” Pain shot through her wrist as he gripped her harder, making Lin Yihuan frown in pain.

But she couldn’t fight off Zhou Jifeng’s strength. She was forced to move with him, being dragged forward—

Until suddenly—

A colder, sharper voice cut through the air.

And a strong arm pulled Lin Yihuan into a different embrace.

“Bro, she told you to let go. Didn’t you hear her?”