Facade of Love

Chapter 32

Chapter 32 Trouble Arising

I pursed my l*ps and said, “Scott Corporation did invest in GleamGate Media at the time, but it was with an investment firm on Wall Street, MG. The investment was substantial, and there was no talk of allowing Scott Corporation executives to buy in.”

She smiled bitterly. “Yes, but at the time I only knew that the project existed and was indeed developing well, so I thought what he said was true. I gave him all the savings we had, nearly four hundred thousand dollars. He took it all, and it was only a month ago that I found out he used that money to repay his gambling debts. The money I worked half my life to save was thrown away just like that!”

By the end of her speech, she was nearly sobbing, gripping the cup in her hand tightly, trying to control her emotions. I took a deep breath. I could imagine how difficult it must be for an ordinary family to save four hundred grand. It was practically a lifetime of hard work. It was no wonder her reaction was so intense.

I wanted to comfort her, but I could not find the words. After a moment of silence, I asked, “So, that’s why you killed him?” Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She shook her head. “To risk my own life for four hundred grand would be completely unnecessary. It was because he’s despicable and a vile man. It would have been one thing if he just emptied our bank account, but he shouldn’t have betrayed me. I was with him for ten years. He was the one who wanted to be childfree, and now that I can’t have children, he went and found a younger woman to bear him a child. He even brought that woman into my home and into my bed.”

As she spoke, she became increasingly agitated, looking at me as she said, “Did you know he took that woman gambling in Macamer with my money? The money I saved all my life pinching every penny…

and he squandered it all with that vixen. That vixen even sent photos of her illegitimate child to my home to disgust me. How could I stand for that? I couldn’t…”

By the end, she was shaking, her eyes bloodshot. She practically hissed, “So that night when he came back, I killed him with the kitchen knife. I stabbed him over and over. There was blood everywhere. Everywhere! But I wasn’t afraid at all. I just felt an immense sense of relief. He deserved to die more than anyone.”

Seeing her nearly losing control, I could not help but shiver. I wanted to comfort her, but suddenly, two people approached us. It was Moore and Idris.

Before I could speak, Moore had already begun, “Yvette, is this your friend? What are you two discussing? She seems very upset.”

I had been listening so intently that I had not noticed my surroundings. I had no idea how long these two had been here. Seeing the two people beside her, Benett’s wife paused, then instinctively tried to leave. I held her back and looked at Moore with a sneer. “Yeah, she was just telling me a story. A story about a cheating husband who got stabbed a dozen times. By the way,

the man who was stabbed was just like Mr. Young. He got another woman pregnant. But I still think such unfaithful men deserve more than a dozen stabs… They should be dismembered!”

The latter part, of course, was meant for Idris to hear. His tall frame was half wrapped around Moore, and from the moment I saw him, his face was dark. After hearing what I said, his expression turned even gloomier,

Startled by my words, Moore shrank back into Idris’s arms, looking at him fearfully and softly calling out, “Iddy.”

While Idris was hugging her, he frowned at me. “Dismembering? Yvette Scott, do you have the ability to do that?”

“Who knows?” Not wanting to stay with them any longer, I looked at Benett’s wife. “Let’s go. The air here has gone stale. We need to breathe in some fresh air.”

Benett’s wife nodded, but as she got up, she suddenly looked at Idris. She paused, and then said to me, “Is this the CEO of Young Corporation? Your husband?”

I nodded. Idris, being someone young and prominent, was not a stranger to appearing in the media. The marriage between the Scotts and the Youngs was also well–known

Seeing me nod, she turned her gaze to Moore, whom Idris was half–hugging, and suddenly asked, “Are you pregnant?”

Moore seemed frightened by her gaze. She leaned further into Idris‘ arms and whispered to him, “Iddy, Yvette’s friend is scary. Let’s go.”

Chapter 32 Trouble Arising

Idris had been looking at me as if he had something to say to me, but upon hearing Moore’s words, he hummed and said to me, “Ensio’s outside. Have him follow you later…”

“Ack! T–there’s a knife. She has a knife!” Moore suddenly screamed.