My Husband Cut My Brake Lines To Steal My $5m Inheritance. The Next Morning, His Sister Demanded To Borrow My Car. I Let Her Take It. Am I The Monster?

The innocent yet logical question was like a key that unlocked the door to the truth. Gambling debts, a pressuring mistress, financial strain, and a large inheritance from his wife; it was the most perfect motive for premeditated murder.,

The investigator nodded slowly, now fully convinced of this hypothesis. “The information you’ve provided is invaluable. We will immediately investigate Mr. Ethan’s debts and extramarital affair. If this is true, this is not just a case of tampering but a premeditated murder with a very vile motive.”

Olivia lowered her head, hiding the cold smile at the corner of her lips.

Leaving the police station as night fell, dark clouds hung overhead as if about to swallow the small city. Ethan was released temporarily pending further investigation but was forbidden from leaving his residence. However, seeing his dazed state and fearful eyes, Olivia knew he wouldn’t wait. A cornered animal’s instinct would drive him to flee.

Arriving home, Ethan said nothing. He went straight to their room, rummaging through closets and drawers. He took out a small safe hidden behind a painting, his hands trembling as he entered the code. He grabbed everything valuable inside—cash, gold bars, Olivia’s wedding jewelry, and important property deeds—stuffing it all into a black suitcase.,

Olivia stood leaning against the doorframe, watching him with a cold gaze. He was running away. He was going to leave his suffering mother, leave the wife he once promised to be faithful to, leave all his sins behind. He only cared about himself.

“Where are you going? Running away?” Olivia asked calmly. “The police told you not to leave the house, right?”

Ethan jumped. He glared at Olivia with bloodshot eyes. “Shut up! Mind your own business. You want to report me? If I go down, I’m taking you with me. Get out of my way.”

He shoved Olivia aside and ran down the stairs. Olivia stumbled, watching his cowardly back, laughing to herself. He thought he could escape. He didn’t know his every move was under the surveillance of Olivia and the investigators. The car he was about to drive, the bank accounts he would use, all had been frozen and tracked.

Olivia went downstairs to see Sharon sitting lost in thought in the living room, watching her son run out. “Ethan, where are you going, son? Are you going to leave your mother all alone?” she called out weakly.

Ethan paused at the door, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but then selfishness took over. “You just stay here for now, Mom. I have to hide for a while. When everything is safe, I’ll come get you.”

After saying that, he got into his car and sped off, leaving his old, lonely, and desperate mother in the middle of the cold, large house. Olivia looked at Sharon without a shred of pity. She had spoiled her son his entire life. Now she had to bear the consequences of being cruelly abandoned.

Olivia took out her phone and called the investigator, her voice calm and cold. “Hello, officer. My husband Ethan just fled in his car. He’s carrying a lot of cash and gold. He’s heading toward the outskirts of the city.”

Ethan’s car had just pulled out of the gate when it braked suddenly. In his panic, he had just remembered that his passport and several important bank books were still kept by Sharon in a cloth bag she always carried. He crazily reversed the car, ramming the closing iron gate until it was forced open.,

He jumped out like a madman, stormed back into the house, and grabbed his mother who was sitting in a daze. “Mom, come with me. Get that money bag, now.”

He roared, his rough hand grabbing her wrist, dragging her without care. “Ethan, what are you doing? It hurts. Where are you taking me?” she pleaded.

But Ethan had lost his humanity. In his eyes, his mother was no longer a mother, but a walking safe. He shoved her into the car, slammed the door, and floored it. The car sped down the deserted suburban roads toward an old villa left by his father, a place he considered the safest.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was suffocating. “Stop, son. Where can you run? If you’re guilty, just turn yourself in. Maybe the law will be lenient. Don’t add to your mistakes,” Sharon pleaded, trembling.

But all she got was a fist pounding on the steering wheel. “Mom, shut up! Turn myself in and rot in prison? I have to live! I have to get out of the country. Give me the money. After that, you can go wherever you want. I don’t have time to deal with you.”,

Those heartless words were the final blade that severed the fragile thread between mother and son. Sharon was stunned, the cloth bag falling from her lap. So her son had come back not because he was worried about her, but for her last savings. To the very last second, he remained selfish and cruel.

The car turned onto a muddy dirt road leading to the old villa. A light rain began to fall, just like the dark future that awaited him. The old villa stood alone in the middle of an empty lot, its mossy walls looming like a vacant tombstone.

Just as Ethan turned off the engine, intending to grab the money bag and drag his mother inside, sirens suddenly wailed from all directions, shattering the silence. Red and blue lights flooded their car, turning the place into the stage of a tragic comedy where he was the pathetic main character.

“Ethan, you are surrounded. Step out of the vehicle, put down any weapons, and raise your hands.” A voice boomed from a loudspeaker.

Ethan sat in the car, his face ashen, his hands trembling on the steering wheel. He looked at his mother cowering in fear, knowing there was no escape. The instinct and madness of a cornered man made him desperate. He grabbed the suitcase of money and gold, jumped out of the car, and tried to climb the back wall to escape into the woods.

But after just a few steps, he tripped and fell on the slippery grass. Two officers swiftly pounced on him, pinning him to the mud. “Let me go! I’m innocent! My money! Give me back my money!”

Ethan screamed, thrashing in the mud, trying to reach the suitcase whose contents had spilled out, polymer banknotes and jewelry glittering on the dirty ground. His appearance was utterly pathetic. Cold handcuffs snapped onto his wrists, ending all his futile efforts.

Olivia got out of the investigator’s car, watching the scene from a distance without a hint of pity. Sharon was also helped out of the car. Seeing her son pinned to the ground, his face covered in mud, his hands cuffed, she didn’t scream or run. She just stood there, her legs trembling, and then collapsed into a sitting position, her eyes vacant and hopeless.,

She had witnessed the destruction of her idol, the collapse of what she called the family’s hope. The net of the law is vast, invisible but inescapable. He who sows the wind shall reap the whirlwind; that is the eternal, undeniable law.

In the interrogation room, the atmosphere was even more tense. Ethan sat there, both hands cuffed to the chair. His head was bowed, but his attitude remained stubborn. Despite being caught while fleeing, he continued to deny all accusations related to his sister’s death.

“I didn’t kill her. I was just afraid my wife would harm me to steal my assets, so I took the money to hide. The brake failure was a technical defect, or maybe a rat chewed the cable. How would I know? You have no proof. Don’t accuse me,” he argued hoarsely.

The investigator looked at him with a mixture of pity and disgust. He gestured to his subordinate. The door opened, and Mr. Davis walked in with a laptop and a small black USB drive. Seeing it, Ethan’s pupils constricted.

Mr. Davis connected the USB to the laptop, turned the screen toward Ethan, and pressed play. The video recording from 3:00 a.m. in the garage appeared clearly. The image of Ethan in his sweatsuit, holding steel wire cutters, slowly severing the brake lines one by one, was so vivid.