I called an ambulance, I didn’t want a dead
body in my new house. Police arrived too. I
handed over the home security footage to the
police, emphasizing, “Mark kicked her!”
Eighteen:
Tiffany had too many miscarriages. This
pregnancy was a miracle. The stress and
beating caused a miscarriage and heavy
bleeding. To save her life, doctors performed
a hysterectomy.
She lost her fertility and reputation, clinging
to Mark. He had two choices: jail, or divorce
me and marry her. To avoid jail, he chose the
second.
On our divorce day, I held the papers, sighing,
“Mark, how did we get here? I loved you so
much.”
He was haggard, his hair grayed. “Can we still
be together?”
I thought damn, but said, “I wish Tiffany
would disappear. Then maybe we could be
together. But you’ll always be my brother–in-
law.”
“And you’ll be wearing many more green
hats.”
I ignored his murderous glare and sobbed,
leaving the courthouse.
Six months later, Tiffany and Mark had a
small wedding. That night, Mark went berserk,
hacking Tiffany to death. He even attacked
her parents, who died in the hospital.
He yelled in custody, “They deserved it! I can,
start over! I can marry Mengting again!”
He was sentenced to death. The drama
He was sentenced to death. The drama
ended. I finally had a new beginning.
[The End]
