Chapter 8
In the video, Trista said, “Don’t falsely think that he loves you that much. No man in the underworld would be devoted to one woman. Ever.
“Every time he repented in front of you, he’d come to me and vent all his frustration out in bed.”
The next day, while having breakfast, I took out the divorce papers I had prepared in advance and pushed them toward Richard.
His hands holding the knife and the fork froze in mid–air.
For the first time, I saw panic in his eyes. He parted his lips, and his voice was utterly shaky. “Honey, what’s this?”
I stared at him coldly. “Richard, drop the act. Aren’t you tired of putting on a show in front of me while continuing to have an affair?”
He widened his eyes, clutched my hand, and shook his head hard. “Honey, what are you talking about? I don’t follow.”
“It doesn’t matter. I want a divorce,” I said.
He stood up abruptly, pulling a long face. “No. I’ve realized my mistake. and have been trying to make it up to you every day. What else do you want?”
I sneered and showed him the video Trista had sent to me.
Then I said, “Being a gang leader is such a waste of your talent. You should have become a porn star.”
surrounded us with guns in their hands.
Richard panicked, and he lunged toward me instinctively.
I took out the knife in my pocket at once.
Then I heard the dull sound of the blade piercing flesh.
Richard’s body shook. Then he looked up at me in great disbelief.
Bright red blood oozed out of his lips and fell to the floor.
He opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, the cops pinned him to the floor.
I tossed the knife away, walked over to the table, and picked up the divorce papers to examine them.
I was glad that at the final moment, I got him the punishment he deserved.
Little did he know that the last time I went to the gym, I wasn’t exactly going to get back at Trista.
My goal was to plant a bug in the corner.
Tiny as it was, it recorded clearly everything Richard and hist
done.
Richard was an influential figure in the underworld.
gang
had
With me alone, I could never avenge my son, let alone get rid of him.
So, I was set to go down with him. But, even so, I’d make sure my reputation was left intact.
That was why I asked him to sign the divorce papers the day the cops.
came to arrest him.
Soon, the Pascall family’s connections and all of Richard’s bases were destroyed.
He was locked up, and I heard he was going to be executed by firing squad.
Trista was arrested, too. They couldn’t find a compatible heart for her, and she died within a month after she had been sent to jail.
It turned out she wasn’t only his lover.
She was part of his nasty gang.
After the Pascall family collapsed, their so–called friends immediately shut them away; Richard’s mom was so pissed off that she had a stroke. and was hospitalized.
The day Richard was executed, I went to the cemetery and stood in front. of my son’s grave with a bouquet.
“Baby, you can rest in peace now.”
