The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact

lay flat on the sterile hospital bed, her cracked lips parted slightly. The machine force

arsh, fluorescent light from the hallway spilled ov

red suits and haute couture dresses. The hard soles of their desi

pinched her nose, her perfectly manicur

h in here makes me want

wn at his mother's emaciated, bone-thin frame. A smirk

lids. She forced her arm up, the IV needles pulling painfully at her bruis

ooked at her outstretched fingers

warned, his voice flat.

tor beside her bed began to beep faster, betr

shoved it directly into Jenna's line of sight. It was a high-resolution photo. Jenna's husband

id. Her voice was dripping with a sugary, toxic

cing a broken, wheezing sound around the plastic tu

ff her pathe

. "You were just a cheap incubator for the K

nging his face inch

background," Arthur whispered. "You've occup

slid down her hollow cheek. The betrayal burned throug

t a diamond-encrusted compact mirror. She

emanded. "Look at how ugly

corpse. The heart monitor shrieked, a high-pitched alarm echoing off the walls.

Philippe watch. He tapp

e late for the cha

behind the bed. He stared directly at the thick,

Pure, unadulterated ter

nd of hesitation. He wrapped his

er eyes bulged. A silent, agonizi

ed. It was the exact same cold, fl

arp click echoed in the room.

o a suffocating silence, illuminated only by the

ke a fish thrown onto dry land. Her chest heaved violen

rough her brother's. They walked toward

ical agony of suffocation merged with a tidal

r palms that they broke the skin. She swore a blood oath to whatever god

continuous tone. The jagged green line on the

side of the bed. She plunged