I Turned Myself In Before I Killed Him

I turned myself in to security exactly twenty minutes before I pushed my husband into the ocean. The security officer looked bewildered. "Ma'am, are you saying you're going to commit a murder?" I nodded, checking my watch. "It is currently 5:05 PM. In twenty minutes, my husband will go overboard by my hand. You need to arrest me. Now." "Is this a joke? I've never had a killer confess before the crime." He rolled his eyes and turned back to his monitor. Desperate, I grabbed a heavy crystal sculpture from the atrium display and smashed it onto the marble floor. Crash. As the handcuffs clicked around my wrists, I finally exhaled. In my past life, my husband was pushed off a cruise ship by the "love of his life." He drowned, his body lost to the dark waters. Before I could even process his death, the police arrested me. The ship's surveillance footage clearly showed me pushing him over the railing. But when it happened, I was in my cabin with my stepfather. I had an alibi. I begged my stepfather to testify for me. Instead, he told the police that my company was bankrupt and I had planned to kill my husband for the insurance money. I was convicted of first-degree murder and sentenced to lethal injection. Until the moment I died, I couldn't understand why the entire world was convinced I did it. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the ship, twenty minutes before my husband was supposed to die. 1 "Excuse me? You said you're going to kill someone?" I tapped the face of my watch frantically. "Yes! It’s 5:05 PM. In twenty minutes, I’m going to push my husband, Chase, into the Atlantic. You have to lock me up!" The air in the grand atrium seemed to freeze. The security guard looked me up and down like I belonged in a straitjacket. "Lady, are you high? Or just off your meds?" "I'm not lying! Detain me now, and in twenty minutes you'll see I'm telling the truth!" The guard frowned, his disdain obvious. "Look, if this is some kinky roleplay you and your husband are into, keep me out of it. Don't disturb the other guests." He started to walk away. Panic surged through me. I grabbed a large, expensive ceramic vase from a pedestal and hurled it at the floor. Smash! The sound of shattering pottery echoed through the hall. Tourists screamed and scattered. "Are you crazy?!" the guard shouted. He reached for me, but I started grabbing anything I could reach—ashtrays, decorative plates—throwing them like a maniac. "What is security doing? Grab her!" "We paid thousands for a luxury cruise, not to watch a mental breakdown!" The crowd’s anger boiled over. Finally, the Head of Security arrived with backup. They tackled me to the ground, twisting my arms behind my back and slapping on the cuffs. "I’ve never seen anything like it," the young guard told his boss, panting. "She walked up, said she was gonna kill someone, and when I didn't arrest her, she started destroying the lobby." The cold steel against my skin made me feel safer than I had in years. "Take her to the brig. Keep an eye on her. Don't let her move." The brig—a glorified holding cell—was empty and quiet. I closed my eyes and counted the seconds. In my last life, this was a family trip. Chase’s "best friend," Harper, had begged to come along. I had refused at first. But Chase insisted. He said Harper was getting married soon and moving to Europe; this was her final send-off. I reluctantly agreed. I didn't know that while they were watching the sunset on the deck, they would argue, and Harper would shove him overboard. I had tried to get the crew to save him, but the sun had set, and the waves were too rough. By morning, he was gone. Before I could even mourn, the authorities came for me. "We have probable cause to detain you for the death of Chase Miller." I was shocked. "Harper pushed him! I saw it from the balcony! You have the wrong person!" But they showed me the footage. It was me in the video. I looked to my stepfather, Richard, for help. He just shook his head. "Sierra, you have to pay for your crimes." I couldn't believe he was lying. I was with him when Chase fell. It was all a lie. A setup. "Sierra Vance, just confess. Everyone on deck saw you do it." One person can lie. But a whole deck of witnesses? A security camera? I went to my execution screaming that it was Harper. Now, I sat in the brig, waiting. 2 Tick. Tock. Suddenly, a dull thud vibrated through the hull, barely audible over the engine's hum. Screams erupted from the deck above. I knew it. Chase had gone over. Moments later, heavy boots pounded down the hallway. The young guard kicked the door open. He froze when he saw me sitting exactly where he left me. "How... you're still here?" Before he could finish, a mob of tourists pushed past him. "That's her! She’s the killer! I saw her push him!" "Don't let her escape! We all saw it!" A guy in a flashy shirt was holding up a phone, live-streaming the whole thing. "Yo, chat! We caught the killer! She’s right here! Like the stream if you want to see justice served!" I turned away from the camera, rattling my handcuffs against the metal pipe I was tethered to. "What’s going on? I’ve been chained here for twenty minutes." The mob paused, confused, looking at my restraints. "Ask the guard," I said loudly. "I caused a scene in the lobby. He arrested me. He has the key." The young guard, looking terrified but honest, nodded. "Yeah... I locked her up twenty minutes ago. The key has been in my pocket the whole time. She couldn't have been on the deck." In my last life, I was too busy trying to save Chase to notice the trap closing around me. This time, I had the ultimate alibi. The crowd murmured. "Wait, did we get the wrong person?" "I saw her in the lobby earlier, she was smashing vases. It took three guys to take her down." "Move, let us through! We need to find the real killer!" The streamer looked disappointed. "False alarm, guys?" Just then, Harper pushed through the crowd, her face twisted in grief and rage. "Sierra! You heartless monster! Chase wanted a divorce, so you decided to kill him?!" "Everyone listen! The man in the water is her husband! She killed him because she couldn't handle rejection!" Harper sobbed theatrically. "Poor Chase... he was willing to give her everything just to be free, but she wouldn't let him go!" The crowd’s mood swung instantly. "It was her husband? That’s messed up." "If they were getting divorced, she definitely had a motive." "Look at her face, she looks guilty as hell!" I tried to speak, but the streamer guy saw his view count dropping and decided to spice things up. He kicked me in the ribs. I was chained to the pipe and couldn't dodge. I curled up on the floor, groaning. The chat on his screen went wild. User123: Kick her again! Justice for the husband! AlphaMale88: Typical toxic ex. She needs to be taught a lesson. Encouraged, the mob surged forward. I took a few hits, my hair pulled, my face scratched. "Enough!" The Head of Security slammed his baton against the doorframe. "Back off! This is a holding cell, not a fight club. Back off or you all go in the brig!" The crowd retreated. I pulled myself up, wiping blood from my lip. "I didn't kill anyone," I said, my voice cold. "If you don't believe me, check the security tapes in this room." 3 The young guard scrambled to the console. He pulled up the footage. It showed me sitting there, handcuffed, the entire time. The crowd went silent. Harper’s eyes darted around nervously. "You can't just check this room! Check the deck! The crime scene!" The Head of Security pulled up the deck feed. On the screen, Chase and I were standing in a secluded corner of the deck. We were arguing. Suddenly, the "Sierra" on the screen screamed, shoved Chase violently over the rail, and ran away. The video ended. My mind raced. The woman on the screen looked exactly like me. Same height, same build, same clothes. But it was Harper who was watching the sunset with him. How did she turn into me? The internet chat was confused too. SimpSlayer: Wait, how can she be in two places at once? CSI_Miami_Fan: Is she a twin? Or is that a deepfake? LawyerUp: If she has an alibi in custody, the video evidence is compromised. Reasonable doubt. "It's the same person!" Harper shrieked, pointing at the screen. "Look closely! It's Sierra!" "When one spouse dies, the other is always the prime suspect!" "She probably bribed these guards to create an alibi! Don't let her trick you!" Before I could defend myself, my stepfather, Richard, burst into the room. Slap! His hand connected hard with my cheek. "Sierra! I didn't raise you to be a murderer!" "I told you I would fix the company's debt! You didn't have to kill Chase for the insurance money!" Richard threw a stack of documents onto the floor. The streamer zoomed in. CryptoKing: Holy sht! Two life insurance policies! Twenty million dollars!* TradWife4Life: She did it for the money. Disgusting. Harper smirked through her fake tears. "Witnesses, video evidence, and motive. It’s over, Sierra. You’re going to rot in prison." "A life for a life!" the mob chanted. "A life for a life!" Even the young guard looked at me with disgust now. Suddenly, my phone rang. The guard looked at his boss, who nodded. He uncuffed one of my hands so I could answer. "Are you going to order a hit on us too?" Harper sneered. I ignored her. It was my assistant. I listened to the report, and a smile spread across my face. Richard wiped his fake tears. "Sierra, admit it. I can't protect you anymore. I will demand the police prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law!" If I hadn't lived through this before, I would have been heartbroken by his betrayal. I laughed, a dry, hollow sound. "Dad. You loved Chase so much. Is it because he's actually your biological son?" Richard froze. "You crazy bitch, what are you saying?" "I raised you! I treated you like my own! You ungrateful brat!" I looked straight into the streamer's camera lens. "Stop acting. I know everything. Chase is your illegitimate son. You brought him into the company, you set us up, and you helped him drain my accounts." "Isn't that right... Chase?" 4 The room went dead silent. ConspiracyTheory101: Wait, is the victim... not dead? OceanLover: If he fell into the ocean at night, he's shark food. She's bluffing. Harper stepped forward. "Chase is gone! You pushed him! How dare you disrespect the dead!" Richard clutched his chest. "You are accusing me of... this is insane! I would never hurt my own daughter!" "Daughter?" I scoffed. "If I was your daughter, would you be so eager to see me executed? You just want me out of the way so you and your son can enjoy the payout." "We can do a DNA test right now. There must be Chase's hair in the cabin. Let's see who his real father is." The crowd murmured. Richard’s reaction was too suspicious. Richard gritted his teeth. "I raised you! That’s more than blood! And now you treat me like a dog!" Harper jumped in. "Richard is a saint! You’re the monster! You killed his son!" I laughed. "No, Harper. You killed him." "Or tried to." "You weren't in your room like you planned. You got greedy." Harper turned pale. "I... I was in my room!" "Really? Because I have proof you weren't." I lunged at her. The crowd screamed and scattered. Harper shrieked and dodged, but the man in black standing behind her—her "bodyguard"—wasn't fast enough. I tackled him. His cap flew off. His mask slipped. The face beneath was scarred, horrific. But I recognized the eyes.

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