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While I was being tortured on a spinning wheel, my husband, Don Percival Tremaine, was introducing his new fiancée to the family.
His arm was wrapped around that nurse. “If I were to abandon a woman this good, I wouldn’t be fit to be the Don!”
"Liliana? She might as well be dead!"
My torturer plunged the knife into me. "One last chance. Are you going to call him or not?"
I gritted my teeth. "He doesn't want me anymore. What's the point?"
Ten days later, the FBI discovered a woman's badly decomposed body by the lake.
And the man who had wished me dead... lost his mind.

His Love Was My Executioner

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent.


Percival fiercely shielded Calista behind him, glaring at the aggressive agents.


"I'll say it again, Mr. Tremaine. We don't make arrests without evidence!"


"Put your hands up and come with us to the station!"


Percival looked at Calista, who was on the verge of tears, and quickly softened his tone.


"Alright, alright, we'll go with you. I just have one request—don't scare Calista!"


"She's never been through anything like this. I'm afraid this will traumatize her."


Hearing this, I let out a bitter laugh.


So even at a critical moment like this, Percival's first thought was to protect his Calista.


In that case, was my death well-deserved?


I silently floated beside the police car, my heart bleeding as I watched Percival whisper sweet nothings to Calista.


"Percy, I'm so scared. Why are they arresting us?"


"We didn't hurt Liliana. Are they going to try and frame us?"


Chapter 4