Vernon was still cursing at me loudly from behind, "Damn bitch, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go..."
Gradually, I couldn't hear his curses anymore, I knew he had passed out by now.
I had already set a fire in the house, waiting for the gas to reach a certain concentration and explode.
Let all of this disappear in the fire.
In the afternoon, while working at the company, I received a message that my house was on fire.
I smiled.
When I arrived home, the house had already become a ruin.
There was a crowd of onlookers around, and I ran forward, knelt on the ground, and cried heartbreakingly.
"Vernon, how could you die? What am I supposed to do alone?"
"Please wake up..."
Someone came forward to comfort me, saying that the dead cannot be brought back to life and I must live well.
But my thought was, "Finally, it's over. I haven't been happy in a long time."
Just when I was feeling pleased in my heart, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"I want to call the police. I suspect there is something suspicious about the death of Stella's husband!"
