Grace shouted and pushed him away, but he took her by the throat like crazy and tortured her severely.
He had great strength when he was drunk. She tried her best but could not break free from him.
She could only lie on the sofa feebly and let him abuse her brutally.
Big glittering and translucent tears dropped down from the corners of her eyes.
At the moment when he kissed her tears, the man trembled and pushed her away as if wakening from a dream.
Her back hit the tea table and she broke out in a cold sweat out of pain.
However, she looked up at him stubbornly and said with a wry smile, “Carl, what on earth do you so you will let me go? Even if I really killed Caleb, isn’t five years of torture enough? Now, I just want to live, is it that difficult?”
Hearing her words, he stared at her with his eyes as deep as ancient wells and sneered, “Grace, do you want me to let you go so bad?”
“Yes.” She was dazed and nodded affirmatively.
“But you clearly said that if there was a misunderstanding between us, you would rather pester me to death than let me let you go.”
For an instant, Grace froze in place.
She didn’t expect him to still remember a word she said ten years ago.
But she was only 17 years old that year. Because of a misunderstanding, she hid in the room and cried all night. Then a week later, he came to find her. She threw herself into his arms crying and said that she would rather pester him to death than let him ignore her.
She was simple and stupid at that time, but felt that the week without him was extremely painful, so she thought that as long as she could stay with him, even if she was tortured to death by him, it would be better than losing him.
But now the reality told her that to live safely was better than anything.
So she fell to her knees in front of him, bit her lip and said, “Carl, if what I said in those days made you misunderstand, then I apologize to you. Now I just beg you not to come to me again, I beg you… to stay away from me.”
“Ha ha.” He laughed sarcastically and his eyes flashed with an imperceptible pain. “So Grace, do you regret it?”
“Yes, I regret it.” She kept her head down and her voice was very light. “Carl, if I had known that I would have been tortured like this by you, I would have preferred not to know you ten years ago.”
Ha.
His heart severely ached unexpectedly.
“Good, very good.” He fell back a few steps and sneered, “In this case, I wish you and Mason a happy and long marriage.”
“Thank you.” She did not dare to look up and her voice was horribly hoarse.
“Bye.” Leaving this sentence, he turned around and stumbled away.
Grace slumped nto the sofa with a sigh of relief.
Somehow the tears were flowing wildly.
She has been dreaming that Carl would let her go for five years. But now he was really willing to let her go. Why was her heart still aching so?
She seemed to be quite melodramatic.
But at that moment, she suddenly understood those who would rather be tortured to death by love than let go, because once you let go of some people, they would disappear forever.
Those who loved to the extreme would understand that life without him was more painful than survival.
… …
It seldom snowed in Romantic city, but on the wedding day of Grace and Mason, snow fell from the sky heavily all day.
It seemed that today was destined to be an extraordinary day.
Grace, dressed in a white wedding dress, stood at the gate of the resplendent hall, allowing snowflakes to fall on her and merge with her white wedding dress.
The hall was buzzing and bustling, and everyone was congratulating Mr. Mason on his happy wedding.
But no one came to bless her.
She had no relatives or friends, and she standing there was also a complete joke.
Even Carl, for the first time, did not disturb her wedding.
She was extremely lonely.
“It’s time for the bride to enter.” With the MC’s reminder, Grace recovered, she lifted her dress and walked slowly towards the stage.
When passing backstage, Rose, who was dressed up, suddenly took her hand and stuffed a note into her hand.
She gave Rose a puzzled look, lowered her head and opened the note.
It was written clearly in the note, “The car is at the back door. It is not too late to leave.”
Just when she was wondering, her cell phone rang and it was Carl who sent her a text message.
He said: “Grace, I have found the real killer of Caleb. Come and find me.”
At the end of the message was a location.
For an instant, she was overjoyed.
He has found the killer! She could finally prove her innocence! She finally stopped being a murderer!
Mason waved gently to her on the stage, but she tore off the veil, took off her poor high heels and rushed frantically towards the back door.
The car arranged by Rose was already waiting. As soon as she got into the car, the car ran all the way and then threw her to the gate of an old factory in the suburbs.
This was the location Carl sent her.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Despite the cold, Grace ran towards the figure standing at the door.
The whirring cold wind blew up her white dress and messed up her long carefully woven hair, but she ran with a smile at the corners of her eyes and was full of joy, like a down-and-out bride, who finally found her groom.
Carl, I’m coming. I’m looking for you.
Great, I have endured five years of injustice and can finally clarify it.
“Carl.” She shouted with joy at the figure in the heavy snow.
“Grace, go to hell!” But there came a cruel voice in her ears.
The next second, a sharp Swiss army knife was severely inserted into Grace’s lower abdomen.
Bright red blood dyed her white wedding dress red, and she slowly fell to the ground like a broken butterfly.
She grabbed the trousers in front of her and stared at those cruel eyes. Tears poured down.
She choked back the pain and said with a wry smile weakly: “Why do you… do this to me… do I have to die… to make you happy?”
“Yes, I just want you to die! Go to hell!”
With a fierce roar, the knife was inserted into her body one after another.
She broke out in a cold sweat with pain. Bright red blood flowed down her body in big drops. Her tears finally couldn’t help flowing down.
“Who is… the murderer of Caleb…” Her voice became extremely weak.
“You want to know? Then you go to hell and ask!”
The sharp knife was raised high and poked into her heart.