Chapter 8
When the police finally cuffed Ethan and Sabrina, they cried, begged, and dropped to their knees, pleading for my forgiveness.
I only wished they’d die on the spot.
Chloe came to see me. She didn’t say a word and just wrapped me in a crushing hug and sobbed into my shoulder. I’d held back my tears for so long. At that moment, I let them all go.
Messages poured in from coworkers, full of apologies and sympathy. The board of directors even came in person to ask me to return and take charge again.
I teased them. “I’m basically a scandal–ridden celebrity now. Aren’t you worried I’ll tank the stock price?”
The VPS laughed awkwardly and said I was the company’s anchor, that they needed me back.
Online, my nickname shifted from “Wicked Witch” to “Ms. Alexis.” Netizens crowned me as their idol and even built a fan club in my name, had two days of peace before Ethan came back.
Somehow, he’d managed to get out on bail. His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole demeanor was a picture of decay.
“Alex, I’m a victim, too. What man could stand being cheated on? Everything I did was because I loved you too much.”
He spoke with that same tortured, soulful expression.
“I never knew what Sabrina did to your father. I only wanted a child with you. Even if she lied to me, I didn’t care.”
but I barely
I gave him a sharp, cold laugh and said, “Oh, so you like being played for a fool? You’re basically a turtle in a helmet–painted and proud of it. “And don’t tell me you didn’t know. Even if you did, with that pea–sized brain and your so–called limited stamina, you think you could’ve come up with a plan this detailed? Please. You’re not in that league.
“Pathetic.”
Ethan’s face flushed a mottled purple.
“Haha, Ms. Grant is still savage as ever.
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“LOL, who knew such a big guy could last such a short time?”
What he didn’t realize was that I now had a side gig as a livestreamer. Every second of this was being broadcast to the nation. Congratulations to Ethan as he’d just given the internet another meme.
Humiliated, he lunged at me, eyes blazing. “I’ll prove to you right now just how capable I am!”
“The hell is this creep doing?”
“Get your hands off, Ms. Grant! You think you’re worthy of touching her?”
“After all this, you still haven’t grown a brain or learned a lesson, have you?” asked, my unnervingly calm tone making his hands falter on my clothes. The next second, a thunder of footsteps marched into the living room. Five bodyguards in black suits stormed in.
Ethan’s expression soured instantly–he didn’t even have a chance to run away. The first punch landed squarely on his face, sending blood spraying from his nose Then came the second. And the third.
Every blow was precise, brutal, and excruciating.
“Nice! Now go for the family jewels!”
“Buzzcut, snap his fingers!”
“Tattoo guy, hit him right in the gut!”
The comment section was going wild, shouting tips on how to land the most painful blows without actually killing him.
The bodyguards took the advice to heart, aiming every strike where it would hurt the most. Ethan curled on the floor, clutching his head, too winded to even beg.
I rested my chin in my hand, lounging on the couch, and enjoyed the show.
