Judy fumbled for the gun at Marcus’s waist with trembling hands. “If you hurt Marcus, I swear I’ll never forgive you!”
Pathetic. She couldn’t even pull the trigger.
I stepped forward as she screamed and flailed. In a flash, I struck her wrist, wrested the gun free, and held it to her forehead.
In a snap, she collapsed, shrieking, clutching her head like spoiled flesh.
I smiled with cold mockery. “If you want revenge, know your place.”
Turning to Marcus, I disappointingly commented, “Marcus, your taste is terrible.”
That night, I took the three items home. But Marcus didn’t return to the house, and likely never would.
By morning, the rumor mill had already spun the story saying, I’d fallen from favor, and the bloodthirsty devil had a new lover. It was because he tried to remake himself for Judy by apologizing in prison to those he’d hurt, restructuring the company, and cutting ties with the past.
I understood what he was trying to distance himself from. There was only one person he wanted to disown.
Me.
He also bought Judy jewelry worth millions without blinking, funded the construction of a church at her command, and promised to recast the God statue in gold.