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Crimson Truth: The Deadly Counterattack of an Ex-Con Wife
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After three years in prison, I finally returned to Hai City, but instead of my husband's warm embrace, I was greeted by a heavy scent of blood and the cold body of the nanny, Xiao Hong.
The murderer was hiding on the balcony. I dared not turn around and could only feign calmness as I took a can of drink from the refrigerator, pretending not to see.
"Tick Tock, Tick Tock..." The sound of liquid dripping echoed in my ears, one drop after another.
I forced myself to calm down, pretending that nothing had happened, but I could feel that gaze getting closer and hotter, like a beast stalking its prey.
"Long time no see, how have you been?" A deep voice whispered in my ear, carrying a chilling aura.
I gripped the drink tightly, my hand trembling. The cold liquid slipped through my fingers and splashed onto the smooth floor, resembling blooming blood flowers.
Slowly, I turned around and saw the man on the balcony—it was my husband, Chen Mo, who should have been abroad.
He was still dressed in a well-tailored suit, his hair neatly combed, and his face wore the same gentle smile as always, as if he were just a husband returning home from work. If it weren't for the blood-dripping dagger in his hand, I might have been deceived by his facade.
"Ah Mo, you... why are you back?" I asked with feigned surprise, but my gaze involuntarily fell on the dagger he held.
Chen Mo smiled and took a few steps closer, casually playing with the dagger in his hand. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me back?"
I forced a smile. "Of course not. It's just... so unexpected."
"It is quite unexpected," Chen Mo's eyes turned cold. "Originally, I was supposed to finish my last business deal abroad and then start a new life with my beloved."
He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on the pool of blood behind me. "But plans can't keep up with changes."
"Xiao Hong... she..." My voice trembled as I tried to ask something but didn't know where to start.
"She learned something she shouldn't have known, so..." Chen Mo shrugged, his tone indifferent, as if he were discussing something trivial.
My heart sank suddenly, a chill shooting up from my feet to the top of my head.
"What do you mean by something I shouldn't know?" I struggled to control my emotions, trying not to let my voice tremble.
Chen Mo walked over and sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs casually, his demeanor completely out of place amidst the bloodshed in the room.
"The car accident three years ago was not an accident, was it?" He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke that enveloped his face in a haze.
I was momentarily stunned, my mind blank except for a buzzing sound.
"What... what did you say?" I opened my mouth but found myself unable to make a sound.
"I said, three years ago, it was me who sent you to prison." Chen Mo's voice was soft, yet it struck like thunder in my ears.
"Why?" I finally regained my voice, but it was hoarse.
"Why?" Chen Mo sneered. "For freedom, for love, for..." He paused, his gaze landing on my face. "To completely rid myself of you."
His words were like sharp knives stabbing into my heart, shattering the last remnants of my hope.
"So, three years ago, knowing full well that I didn't hit anyone, you just watched me take the blame?" My voice trembled as I nearly broke down in tears.
"That's right." Chen Mo nodded without a hint of remorse. "Don't worry; I didn't mistreat you or our child. During your time inside, I deposited money for you regularly and took good care of your family."
"Cared for?" I suddenly laughed, my laughter filled with despair. "Is this what you call caring? Making me spend three years in prison, burdened with guilt while separating me from our son?"
"I had no choice." Chen Mo's voice turned cold. "At that time, the company was at a critical juncture; I couldn't afford any trouble. And you were my wife; it was only natural for you to take the blame for me."
"Natural?" I laughed bitterly in anger. "Chen Mo, has your conscience been eaten by dogs? I bore your children and sacrificed everything for you, only to be met with your betrayal and exploitation!"
"Lin Shuangshuang, don't forget, it was you who promised to take the blame for me!" Chen Mo suddenly stood up, angrily pressing the cigarette butt onto the coffee table, leaving a charred mark.
"I did promise you, but that was because I loved you. I thought you loved me too!" Tears finally slipped down my cheeks. "But what about you? What do you think of me? You treat me like a pawn, an object that you can manipulate at will!"
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"Heh, an object? You only realize that now?" A cruel smile curled at the corners of Chen Mo's mouth as he drew a dagger from his waist. The sharp blade glinted coldly under the dim light. "Lin Shuangshuang, considering we were once husband and wife, I wanted to let you go. But you shouldn't have come back to interfere with my affairs!"
I widened my eyes in terror and instinctively stepped back, only to find myself cornered against the wall with no way out.
"What... what do you want to do?" My voice trembled, fear wrapping around my heart like vines.
"What do I want to do? Of course, I'm sending you to where you belong!" Chen Mo advanced step by step, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes as he raised the dagger, ready to stab me.
"Stop!"
At that critical moment, a figure rushed in like a cheetah and stood in front of me.
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