"She's married now, and pregnant. Can't you have some shame and stop bothering her every damn day? Do you even know how pathetic you are?"
"What is this, revenge because I dumped you? Are you trying to destroy my family? Lianna is pure and innocent—if you dare exploit her again, don't blame me for being ruthless! Send her back right now!"
His voice was so loud and venomous that my ears rang.
The truth was I hadn't had any contact with Lianna ever since she set me on fire.
But Hubert never believed that.
I received his calls almost daily.
At first, hearing his accusations, I actually thought Lianna was really punishing him on my behalf.
It wasn't until he barged into my home in a rage, beat me black and blue, stuffed me into a sack, and sold me to the Golden Triangle that I realized I had been nothing but a scapegoat.
Remembering the flames she lit, the slander she spread, and his merciless revenge—a surge of hatred burned in my chest.
'Hubert, this time, you'll see with your own eyes what your so-called "pure, good wife" really is.'
Curling my lips into a cold smile, I answered the call. "Lianna is busy right now—she's unclogging the sewer. She won't be back anytime soon."