“You dare to come back?”
The reason James Porter had gone abroad in the first place was that he believed Simon Smith truly loved me at that time. But now? He regretted it deeply. If he had been there, I wouldn’t have had to suffer such humiliation. He clenched his fists tightly, desperately trying to control himself and remain calm.
“Give me back her body.”
Simon Smith hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a long time. Every night, he dreamed of the moment he abandoned me, the scene where I was covered in blood.
“Why should I?”
“Why? Because I’m her husband…”
No sooner had Simon Smith spoken than he was met with a fierce punch. The more James Porter thought about it, the angrier he became. I floated beside him and could see the veins bulging on his neck. Simon Smith truly had no fear of death; he actually dared to say this in front of James Porter.
“Husband? Did you ever think of being her husband when you were tormenting her? Where were you when she died?! Simon Smith, don’t you feel disgusting saying that?”
Simon Smith’s throat tightened; he knew he had no right to say such things. It wasn’t until he truly saw my corpse that he realized what he had done.
“Please… I will do anything you ask. I beg you…”
“Anything? Alright! Then go and bring Hollie Owen here to kneel in front of Laura’s grave and admit her wrongs! Torture her a thousand times more than you did Laura! After all, didn’t you abandon Laura for her?”