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 Claudiaâs mind, leaving her bewildered. Dexter helped her to sit down, then finally stepped into the publicâs 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 Rachelâs sight, leaving her uncertain about his thoughts.
âIâll only ask you one thing. Where is Josie?â 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 wouldnât have appeared so seamlessly, one by one.
She burst into laughter, laughing so hysterically that she could barely catch her breath. âYou want to meet Josie? In your dreams!â
Upon hearing her words, Dexter abruptly reached out, gripping her throat.
âDonât blame me for not warning you. When I torment someone, I can make them experience a fate worse than death.â
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, âYou canât possibly give me a chance to live after all this. I want Josie to accompany me in death! Itâs about time!â
This sentence made Dexter involuntarily tighten his grip as though he was holding a fragile bird. He turned his head and called out, âMoses!â
He was reluctant to admit that his heart had indeed trembled at the threat.
Moses hurried over. âOlsen Residence is too large. Weâre still searching, but weâve almost covered the entire area!â
Dexter abruptly threw Rachel onto the ground. Hearing the sound of flesh colliding with the floor, he frowned in disgust. âYouâd better pray you donât die too quickly and that you still have the strength to talk back to me!â
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.
âDexter, you canât treat me like this. I am your wifeâ¦â
Dexter stepped over her and continued walking straight ahead.
âDexter!â she shouted. âSince it has come to this, I just want to know when you found out!â
It was the same question, a question that caused Dexterâs 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. âPerhaps it was the first time I saw Josie in a white dress.â
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, âChoose white.â
A mix of jealousy and hatred stirred within Rachel, and she laughed.
âHow sweet. But Dexter, since you had already suspected it, why did you still let things escalate? Is Josieââ
Before she could finish her sentence, Dexter had already turned around once more. Swiftly and ruthlessly, he stepped on her hand. âThatâs because she desired it to happen today.â
Josie wanted to reveal the truth to everyone on this significant day.
He allowed her to continue in this manner, even fanning the flames.