ManyWriters

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

But it was all in vain. My angry roars only made these beasts laugh more arrogantly, their movements becoming increasingly brazen.


They even stepped on the memorial portrait, repeatedly grinding it under their feet.


Until the portrait was shattered into pieces, scattered all over the ground.


"Dashiell, I'm giving you one last chance. If you don't stop now, you won't be able to bear the consequences."


Before Dashiell could respond, the sycophants around him immediately erupted.


"Did I hear that right? You're about to die and you still dare to speak so brazenly?"


"This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life. A loser actually daring to challenge Silicon Valley's Dashiell."


"Ethan, I suggest you get on your knees and beg Dashiell for forgiveness. Maybe he'll let you off the hook."


The Carlisle family relatives who had been so warmly courting me just hours ago now presented a united front, bombarding me with verbal attacks.


Chapter 6