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Chapter 11
I don’t know where I found the strength, but I crawled out of bed and charged at the man. I bit down hard on his inner thigh.
A scream pierced the night.
Blood stained the corners of my mouth, and I laughed hysterically.
Would a man as cruel as a snake let me go?
No.
I bit his groin.
He grabbed a ceramic vase and smashed it over my head.
Once, twice.
Until my head was a bloody mess.
I died.
He wasn’t afraid at all, calmly calling someone to deal with my body.
They wrapped me in the clothes from the bedside table and took me away.
His instructions were clear.
“Make sure no one finds out who she is. Clean it up thoroughly.”
They took me to an alley to dismember me.
They dissolved my fingers in acid.
Then, they packed me into garbage bags, divided into several parts, and threw them
into different trash bins.
As for my clothes, perhaps the person handling them was careless.
They were casually tossed into a trash bin.
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I felt somewhat relieved that they didn’t take the clothes away.
Because the bug was sewn into the lining of the clothes.
As long as my body was found, the blood–stained clothes would be found too.
What was happening? I felt like crying once more.
But a soul has no tears.
I looked at the brightly lit house.
It was already 3 AM.
Irene walked out to take a call, and when she returned, her expression had changed
dramatically.
She must have realized I was dead by now.
My brother, Shane, curiously walked over and pinched her furrowed brow.
“What’s wrong, Irene? What are you thinking about? Frowning too much will cause
wrinkles.”
Usually, when Irene heard my brother say this, she would act coy and ask if he disliked her getting wrinkles.
But clearly, she wasn’t in the mood this time.
Her face was pale, and her hands were trembling.
My brother wanted to ask more, but Irene quickly found an excuse.
“Shane, my mom just called and said there’s something going on. I can’t stay with you
tonight, I have to go.”
My brother tried to hold her back, offering to go with her.
But Irene shook him off in a panic and fled out the door.
Watching this, I found it somewhat amusing.
I floated behind Irene and asked her.
“Irene, even someone as arrogant as you can be scared, huh?”
Now, I was a bit curious.
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If my brother knew that the woman he loved the most had killed the sister he hated the most, what would his reaction be?
Perhaps he would applaud,
Saying his wife did an excellent job.
But what if he found out that the woman he loved the most wanted to steal his secrets?
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