Chapter 7
“Honey, why are you kneeling to her?”
Caleb stepped forward to ask.
“Go fuck yourself!”
Vivienne angrily backhanded him across the face, screaming hysterically.
“You fucking ruined me! If you hadn’t lied to me that your wife was dead, would I have married you?”
“No way, Ms. Winchester just hit Mr. Stratmore?”
“Can’t you see? Ms. Winchester can barely save herself now.”
“Who the hell is Mr. Stratmore’s real wife?”
The crowd stared in complete shock at the scene unfolding before them.
Caleb was stunned by the slap. His son Ethan Stratmore started crying and ran to Vivienne.
“Mommy, why did you hit Daddy? They’re all bullying Daddy-help him fight back!”
“Fight back my ass! You little bastard, if I hadn’t gotten pregnant with you, I never would’ve married him! Why don’t you just die with your father and put us all out of our misery!”.
Vivienne slapped her own son hard across the face.
She didn’t hold back at all-the force knocked Ethan unconscious.
“Ethan!”
Caleb screamed and scooped up his son.
“Quick, call an ambulance!”
“Call nothing! He deserves to die!”
Vivienne glared at them viciously, then turned back to me, kneeling and slamming her head against the ground.
“Ms. Sterling, I was completely out of my mind when I let that bastard Caleb Stratmore trick me.”
“Whatever you do to him-beat him, kill him-it has nothing to do with me. I’m completely innocent!”
She begged desperately, not daring to stop even as her head split open and blood flowed.
I just stared at her calmly, took my daughter’s hand, and walked toward the aircraft.
“Annora, I was wrong! I know I was wrong! I’ll come back and live with you properly. I’ll be a good husband from now on, I promise!”
Caleb was crying as he grabbed my legs, begging.
“You don’t know you were wrong. You just know you’re finished.”
I looked down at him calmly, shook my head without any trace of nostalgia, and boarded the aircraft.
I left Caleb sitting on the ground alone, crying his heart out.
Of course, someone else was crying even harder.
Cheryl Dalton was sprawled on the ground, her face white as a sheet. Even she wasn’t stupid enough to miss that she’d crossed someone completely beyond her reach.
She was shaking uncontrollably, watching several people close in on her, and suddenly the smell of urine filled the air.
Cheryl’s courage was about to be permanently removed.
After all, she’d personally said she’d dare them to come. Even if she didn’t want to keep her word, there were people who would make sure she did.
