After publicly announcing our remarriage, Tyler wanted to throw another wedding.
Still, I refused. I fought it every step of the way, destroying anything remotely related to wedding preparations.
My wedding was with Hans. Tyler was my ex–husband. That part of my life was over. I would never agree to such a farce.
Helpless and coinciding with my birthday, Jiting decided to invite a host of New York’s elite to throw me a grand birthday celebration.
With a few loud booms, fireworks burst across the sky, spelling out my name.
My birthday party had officially begun.
Countless cameras and lenses were trained on the banquet stage, broadcasting the extravagant event live to the world.
I appeared at the banquet hall entrance, wearing a white haute couture gown.
Tyler supported me as we walked step by step onto the banquet stage.
Friends on the live–streaming network also followed this lavish feast, continuously flooding the screen with various comments.
The thought of what was about to happen made me a little nervous.
If it failed, I might truly never escape Tyler’s clutches in this lifetime, destined to be confined to
his villa forever.
Tyler and I stood together on the stage, his eyes sparkling.
“Thank you all for gracing Clarine’s birthday party today.”
He turned to me, looking deeply into my eyes. “Clarine, I love you until the seas run dry and rocks crumble.”
Soon, after he finished speaking, someone pushed out a giant ten–tier cake.
On top of the cake were two figurines, symbolizing Tyler and me.
Seeing their clumsy appearance, I immediately guessed that the man had made them himself.
“Happy birthday, Clarine. Your birthday gift will be sent to the villa after the banquet ends. Open it when you’re alone.”
I nodded and cut the cake together with Tyler.
“Tyler, I also have a gift for you.”
A flicker of surprised delight crossed Tyler’s eyes. He thought I was finally going to forgive him. He turned his head expectantly towards the large screen behind us.
But what played first was footage of him venting his desires on Clara, who was in a vegetative
state.
Following that were various scandalous acts Tyler had committed, including his dealings with his grand–uncle.
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Finally, there was evidence of the Jacobsons‘ tax evasion.
“Turn it off! Turn it off immediately!”
Tyler’s face was filled with panic and dismay and he even tried to smash the large screen on the spot.
“How did you get this evidence? You can’t possibly have these things! Who? Who gave them to you?”
Tyler’s gaze swept through the crowd when suddenly, he spotted a figure who shouldn’t have been in New York.
He lunged forward and grabbed Clara.
My half–sister let out a sharp scream and the two of them tumbled into a violent struggle. Tyler had completely lost his mind. He snatched whatever was within reach and struck Clara mercilessly, his blows frenzied and brutal.
Clara was no match for him and was soon beaten bloody.
The scene descended into chaos, but no one dared to step in and stop Tyler. Everyone feared becoming his next target, terrified of suffering his vicious assault.
The farce finally ended with the police arriving, forcibly pulling Tyler away and handcuffing him. He finally regained a bit of his sanity, gasping as he asked me, “Why?”
“Because I hate you, of course. I told you, you and I can never be together again in this lifetime.”
“You and I will never meet again in this life.”
Clara had sustained injuries to vital areas, bleeding profusely and barely clinging to life.
She was put into an ambulance but died before reaching the hospital.
I turned and walked out of the venue. Hans was already waiting for me outside.
“Welcome home, Wife.”
I stepped forward and linked my arm with his. “Let’s go back to Los Angeles.”
From now on, I was completely free.
(The End)
