But just then, everything took a sharp turn.
The police found Eula at the Chapman family’s estate. She was beaten so badly that her internal organs had ruptured.
Scott’s charges were escalated to attempted murder, and he was sent to prison indefinitely.
His company went bankrupt. His supposed friends vanished without a trace.
The same people who once flattered and worshipped him didn’t even show their faces the day he was officially locked away.
Scott fell from the peak of the business world to rock bottom.
From being admired by thousands to being despised by all, he became a living joke.
Only then did he realize the truth. It turned out the woman he always thought was easy to manipulate was actually the heiress of the powerful Smith family in Javaris.
Back when I married him, he assumed I was just another girl from an average family.
He never knew about the legacy behind my last name.
Inside the prison, Scott desperately begged to see me.
My lawyer would bring the same message to me each time.
“Miss Smith, Mr. Chapman would like to see you. He says he has something important to say.”
I always sneered and declined. “See him? I’d have to be insane to waste my time on him.”
Clearly, I had underestimated his obsession.
Not only did he keep sending requests through my lawyer, but he also started mailing letter after letter to my house.
Those letters contained pages filled with his written apologies and regrets.
I never opened a single one of them. Just the sight of them made my stomach turn.
When a maid handed me a new envelope, I didn’t even bother to glance at it. My voice was ice–cold.
“Burn it. From now on, if anything like that shows up, burn it. Don’t bring it to me again.”
Eula’s fate turned out to be even worse than I expected.
Doctors said her spinal cord was severely damaged. She’d spend the rest of her life bedridden, paralyzed from the waist down.
Her kidneys had also failed from the impact, and she now had to rely permanently on catheters and urine bags.
“I want to sue him again!” Eula screamed hysterically from her hospital bed. “I want him dead! Give him the death penalty!”
I stood at the doorway and looked at her furious expression. It was almost comical.
“They really are a perfect match.”
I turned around and walked away. Her furious curses grew faint behind me.
1/2
Chaptern.
A month later, I received news that Scott had been beaten in prison. His legs were broken by other inmates.
Apparently, he’d acted high and mighty and ended up crossing the wrong person.
“Serves him right,” I murmured softly before taking a sip of red wine.
The sunlight from outside was warm and felt pleasant against my face.
Suddenly recalling something, I picked up my phone and sent my brother a message.
“Thank you for everything.”
