The arrogant protest made Vincent unable to suppress the anger in his eyes any longer. "Mia, you disappoint me so much. If you think I'm cheating, then I'm doing what you want."
There was no sound in the room. Vincent seemed to be stimulated, turned and left without stopping.
The keys to the house were kept in the drawer of the table downstairs. If he had been alert, he would have noticed something unusual.
As long as he took the keys and opened the door, he would see blood flowing in the room. I was stabbed dozens of times. My raised hand left five bloody fingerprints on the door, and finally fell in despair as he left.
When I was on the verge of death, a hoarse, horrible voice sounded in my ears like a broken, mistuned cello. "Look, even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He would rather be affectionate with other women than look at you. It's so painful to live like this. Why don't I help you get rid of it?"
My soul left my body. And I watched the cruel criminal dismember my body and then carefully clean the bedroom.
After doing all this, he swaggered out of the villa.
I was staggering and was pulled to Vincent's side by an invisible force.