As the current ran through my body, Celine raised a hammer and smashed it down on my wrist.
The pain was unbearable. I heard myself scream in a voice that wasn’t human.
'Celine, do you even know what you’ve done? The wrist you just shattered belonged to your fiancé, who you’ve spent ten years with!'
But then I remembered—she hadn’t even married me yet and was already cheating with a lover.
This so-called love seemed like nothing more than a joke now.
My agonized scream caused the audience to erupt into cheers.
The few girls around Celine were lavishing praise on her, calling her swift, precise, and ruthless.
“Celine, the two hundred thousand you spent was worth every penny! Look at him, even after you’ve beaten him this badly, there’s still a glimmer of light in his eyes! By the way, his voice sounds a bit like Kristian’s, and even that red mole on the back of his hand is in the same spot as Kristian’s. Could it be that he’s here for you?”
Celine stared hard at the red mole on my hand, momentarily lost in thought.
For a brief moment, I felt a surge of hope, thinking she might have recognized me.