I looked at him coldly. “So this is how a little slut climb to the top. You've staged everything, right?”
Hearing that, Timothy finally dropped his act and smiled mockingly.
“I really didn’t expect you to walk out of prison alive. But so what? When it's about love triangle, the one who isn’t loved… is always the third wheel, right?”
“You don’t believe me? I’ll prove it,” Timothy said after giving me a glance.
He suddenly smashed the bowl in his hand and screamed as he lunged down the stairs from his wheelchair.
Stephanie rushed up once she heard the noise and caught him just in time.
She turned to look at me with disdain. The next second, a strong hand grabbed my collar and I was thrown down the stairs. I rolled all the way down and got injured, my scalp bled.
“Johnny, you never change. Do you plan to use the same tricks you used back then?” she snapped.
“I've told you the last time,” I replied. “If you won’t trust my words, then fine, everyone is right! I'm a violent, malicious criminal who don't deserve to be your husband.”
After what had just happened, I knew any explanation would be useless.