I was kidnapped because she said her car broke down and asked me to pick her up.
She knew early on that all of it was just a plot set up by Timothee for her.
She was mocking my foolishness, and even more proud of having such a backup guy who would do anything for her.
And the care and love he showed me over the past three years were just false pretenses that Timothee put on in order to squeeze out my last bit of value.
But I regarded being the executioner as salvation, which was ridiculous!
My fingertips dug into my flesh and I gritted my teeth tightly. Pain and hatred surged in my chest and I could not stop crying.
The familiar breath fell from above my head. Timothee kissed the corner of my eye with heartache. However, his brow furrowed and he cursed. "Which bastard made my wife cry? I'll kill him."
The venue was silent, and everyone was too frightened to even breathe.
He took out the gun from his waist and placed it in my hand. He held me in his arms and held my hand. He looked at everyone present one by one and said, "Baby, just shoot anyone you don't like. Your husband will take care of you."
Those who met his gaze were trembling uncontrollably, but not a single one dared to hide.