At that moment, I felt a brief sense of disorientation.
This was exactly the same framing as in my previous life.
The same method. The same expression. The same way of pinning all the blame on me.
The only difference was that this time, the person standing beside her wasn’t Nathaniel—it was Julian.
My heart tightened abruptly. My fingers clenched unconsciously, the knuckles turning pale.
I looked up at him.
Last time, he knew nothing. He had simply believed Evangeline’s one-sided story and gave false testimony in court, personally sending me to prison.
But this time?
This time, he had seen everything with his own eyes.
I wanted to see what he would choose.
Julian stood frozen in place.
His expression showed he was clearly shaken.
His gaze met mine. I looked at him coldly, with
