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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

Calista finally saw through the man's righteous facade.


She struggled to pull a hairpin from her hair and stabbed it viciously at Percival.


"What damn right do you have to blame me? You were the one who was too stupid, too naive! You didn't believe your own wife, and that's why she was tortured to death!"


"You hypocrite! If you really didn't like me, would you have been so weak?"


"All I did was beckon, and you came crawling on your own! You can't blame me for that!"


Ignoring the gushing wounds on her body, she began to fight back against Percival.


Soon, shouts from the FBI were heard from outside.


"People inside, stay where you are! Do not resist!"


But Percival, his eyes red with rage, continued to hack at Calista's neck, heedless of anything else.


But I felt no satisfaction, only a desperate desire for him to stop.


"Stop, Percival. Live the life you're supposed to live."


As if he heard me, Percival actually stopped.


Chapter 9