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On the first night shift of the community security guard, my colleague pulled me to watch a small video.
When I first saw it, I still had the mentality of watching a play, and joked with my colleagues, saying that this woman has a lot of charm, and I don't know who it will be cheaper.
I casual attitude vanishes when I catches a glimpse of the woman's exposed chest, revealing a tattoo identical like my darling's.
It's the matching tattoo they got when we first started dating.
No, it can't be. It's impossible.
It's just a tattoo, right? Surely there could be duplicates out there.
But then, the woman in the video coos seductively.
"Baby, let's go again. I can't wait any longer."
The voice is unmistakable.
It belongs to Melody, my wife of ten years.

The wife was videotaped in the underground garage

"Dad, these two were just bullying me. You must get justice for your son. Even if they don't die, they should at least suffer for it."


"That's right. Anyone who bullies my son may not die, but they'll certainly pay the price."


Garrett exuded an intimidating aura without even raising his voice, striking his cane heavily on the ground.


In an instant, seven or eight burly men in black appeared seemingly out of nowhere.


They looked menacing, clearly professionally trained.


They were leagues above Dashiell's lackeys in every way.


With just a light cough from Garrett, the men in black tackled Dashiell to the ground.


Pinned down and unable to move, Dashiell looked up in disbelief. "Dad, what are you doing?"


Pulling out a handkerchief from inside his suit jacket, he carefully wiped the blood from my face.


Garrett's words were like a bombshell, blasting through the entire private room.


Chapter 8