Sheila Fletcher’s beautiful eyes drooped, her face pale and unsightly as she walked out of the detention centre into the light drizzle outside.
Watching through the window as the frail and helpless figure of the woman left, the warden blew on the tea in his hand and said to his subordinate, "See, when a man is worthless, it’s the wife and child who suffer. This Bruce Wallace thinks too highly of himself, acting like a rich young man from a prominent family when the Wallace family is already in ruins. Tell everyone else, from now on, there’s no need to treat him with special care. Just..."
The words that followed didn’t need to be said; the subordinate understood.
For soone like Bruce Wallace, who has never suffered before, just strictly following protocol is enough to teach him a lesson.
Indeed, the forr Mrs. Wallace looked so frail and gentle, only a man from a wealthy family like Bruce Wallace would fail to appreciate her.
In the future, he would have to endure more hardships to understand the regret of past mistakes.
...
On the other side, Sheila Fletcher didn’t go ho but ventured out in the drizzle to the suburban cetery.
In her hand, she held a bouquet of flowers, white lilies.
Sheila Fletcher arrived in front of a grave, placing the lilies beneath the tombstone.
She slowly squatted down, sitting against the tombstone, her slender fingers caressing the weathered photograph on the tombstone—"Husband, I’m here."
Sheila Fletcher’s voice was as gentle as water, just like when they were a family of three years ago.
Looking at the black-and-white photo on the tombstone, her whole heart was wrenched.
How long had it been since she last saw the man she loved most?
To avoid arousing suspicion from the Wallace family, she had never returned to this cetery since she painstakingly got close to Bruce Wallace.
The man in the photo remained handso and tall as ever, his brow exuding charisma, reminding her of his gentle deanor from her mories.
Jas Thompson, he was the man she loved most in her life.
He remained the sa, but unfortunately, she was no longer who she used to be.
"Husband... I forced Bruce Wallace to sign today, from now on, I’ll be your wife alone again.
By the way, everyone at ho is well, you don’t have to worry. Leslie is married well, and her husband cherishes her. And Xavier... That child is a child of misfortune, I... I’m sorry to him. But I had no other choice, I could only use him for revenge. He is not a child of the Wallace family, of course not, how could I let the filthy bloodline of the Wallace family bear offspring. Husband... I am tainted, I am also tainted...
But I have finally avenged you.
The Wallace family will not have a good end, Bruce Wallace will have no descendants, and Winona Wallace was not only expelled from the Nelson family but also sued by Benjamin Walker for abuse and malicious injury. Those who hard you, I haven’t let a single one go. Bruce Wallace and his family thought I was an easy target, but didn’t know it was I who leaked the Wallace family business secrets to their rivals. Hehe... Hehehe... I finally avenged you, finally..."
In the end, Sheila Fletcher’s voice gradually faded, growing smaller and smaller.
Until, after a mont, she shakily took a capsule out of her bag, and with a gentle smile, she looked at the man on the tombstone.
It seed like many years ago, their first eting, when she had also smiled shyly at him in such a gentle way.
If only everything could start again.
How she longed to be his wife once more.
...
The capsule was placed in her mouth and swallowed down her throat.
Soon, Sheila Fletcher’s breathing beca rapid, her heart raced faster and faster, her whole body eventually collapsing before the tombstone.
Her originally fair skin gradually turned reddish, and in the end, her breathing ceased entirely, concluding this life of revenge.
[Next Chapter around 18:40]
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