Husband plans to kill me Chapter 359

But as soon as I got back to my neighborhood, I overheard the property management staff gossiping about some guy who'd been hanging around lately. They said he seemed like he wanted to get in but never did.

Hearing this sent a chill down my spine, especially after what the security guard had told me earlier. I decided to head to the property management office and ask about the man who'd been lurking outside.

The property management staff probably thought I was just a concerned resident, so they generously showed me the surveillance footage.

As soon as I saw the figure on the screen, I recognized him—it was Brandon!

Brandon had been wandering around both the company and the neighborhood, dressed in the same black suit I had seen him wearing at the restaurant.

What was Brandon planning now? Why did he keep disturbing my peaceful life?

I couldn't hold back any longer. I told the property management, "If you see him again, call the cops. This guy has a criminal record; they'll nab him for sure!"

The property management staff were taken aback by my suggestion but nodded in agreement.

I left the surveillance room, still fuming about Brandon as I walked down the street.

I didn't know what Brandon was planning, but I knew he was seriously affecting my life.

Just seeing him near the company was enough to make me anxious, let alone him wandering around the neighborhood.

The property management already knew about this. If others found out he was my ex-husband, would they think I was bringing trouble to the neighborhood?

Kelly and Zola often took walks in the neighborhood. If they were pointed at and gossiped about, I'd feel even more guilty.

Thinking about this made me even angrier. The next day, when I saw that familiar figure outside my door, I couldn't hold back.

I didn't greet him or talk to him. Instead, I called the police right there.

Brandon didn't live in this area, so there was a valid reason to report him. However, I was also taken to the police station to give a statement.

When Brandon saw that I had called the police, his face turned sour, and he started yelling at me.

I calmly said, "This man doesn't live in our neighborhood. We used to be married! He threatened to take away my children's custody last time he saw me, and now he's frequently appearing near my company and neighborhood... I'm worried about my safety!"

I explained to the police what had happened at the company a few days ago. Brandon hadn't expected me to have seen the surveillance footage there, and his arrogance diminished slightly.

But he still stubbornly explained, "I didn't do anything wrong. I just miss my kids and wanted to see this woman! She won't let me see my kids, so I'm just upset! You should stand up for me; I'm the father, why can't I see my own kids?"

Hearing this made me even angrier. I said, "You know very well why you can't see the kids! You made our home a mess back then, and now you dare to ask to see the kids!"

Talking about this made me furious.

My child had been switched with someone else's, and I had unknowingly raised someone else's child for so long.

Brandon knew all about it but kept it from me, refusing to tell me the truth even in the end.

If I hadn't accidentally found out my child was still out there, I might still be in the dark, unable to see my own child!

I might have even treated Brandon and someone else's child as my own...

Although I treated Yves as my own, and I didn't plan to tell him about this while he was young, if he wanted to know the truth about his identity when he grew up, I would tell him. But I would also ensure he felt like my own child, without any psychological gap.

Thinking about this, I looked up and said to the police, "We've already finalized our divorce, and the court has records of it. He has no responsibility or ability to take care of the children, and he can't even pay the monthly children support! I think letting him visit the children is pointless; it's better if he doesn't."

Brandon's face turned red as he shouted, "I can't pay children support because she kicked me out with nothing! I contributed to the company, and the children are mine too. Now I have nothing, and I get reported to the police for just wanting to see them. Is there any justice in this?"

But the police were clearly on my side. They sternly said to him, "Sir, even if you want to see your children, you can't do it this way. The residents have already complained about you wandering around the neighborhood; it's really scary!"

Despite this, since Brandon hadn't done anything substantial, the police could only reprimand him and then let him go.

As soon as Brandon left the police station, he angrily confronted me, "Caroline, you're something else. I just wanted to see the kids, and you reported me to the police. How did I not realize before that you're such a vicious woman?"

I couldn't help but laugh at his words. "If you hadn't been wandering around the neighborhood or the company, would I have reported you? And don't forget you have a criminal record. The police's attitude towards you is because of the bad things you've done before!"

Brandon shouted at me, "I just wanted to see my old home. People get disoriented when they're drunk. I lived there for a long time; there's nothing wrong with going back. And if we're talking about the divorce, you owe me a lot!"

Hearing his shameless words made me even angrier.

I said to him, "I don't owe you anything. If anyone owes, it's you who owes me. Don't worry! I'll run the company well, and the kids and I will be fine. As for you, I'll never tell them what you've done. That way, they'll still have a good impression of you."

Brandon paused, then said, "I don't need your fake kindness. I know you'll tell them I'm a failed father!"

I had indeed considered this, but for the sake of the kids' impression of Brandon, I hadn't planned to be so cruel.