His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

40 You'll Get Him In Trouble!

I didn't see Frade for days. He had a man named Mark watching me. I remember he was the man in the helicopter that night. Wherever I go, I must be within his sight. I can't even use my cell phone, which makes me anxious.

No one told me where Frade was, and my daily activities were confined to the villa area. To kill time, I sometimes sneak into the attic on the top floor. I lifted every canvas and saw every portrait. Mia looks different in each portrait. There are pictures of her smiling, of her standing quietly by the sea, and of her sitting in the corridor looking sad.

Those are Frade's memories of her. I looked at each painting and was intrigued by Mia. I never thought I'd have a sister in this world. What kind of life did she have? Were her adoptive parents nice to her?

'If you were born into a poor family, you would have a gambling father and a p.rostitute mother. They'll sell you to a nightclub for a living after your first period and then take the money and leave you to die. You will spend the rest of your life in a dark nightclub, where the manager will f.uck you in the name of discipline before you receive your first guest. Then they will inject drugs into your body, and you will have to rely on them completely. If you die, they will dump your body in an alley filled with sewage and garbage and wait for the garbage man to clean you up the next day.'

I thought of what my father had said. He must have sent Mia to the slums on purpose. He made his wife a gift, only to be ashamed that she was pregnant with another man's child.

Son of a b.itch!

This isn't over!

I ran down the stairs from the attic and saw a man standing in the living room. It's Frade. He's finally back.

"Frade, I missed you so much!" I hugged him tightly.

"I miss you, too!" His voice was a little tired, and his chin was full of stubble. I smelled disinfectant on him.

"Frade, what happened?"

He suddenly clutched his chest and looked pale. I opened his coat and saw red blood oozing out of his white shirt.

"Are you hurt?" I quickly helped him to the sofa. "Who hurt you?"

"Mark, get a doctor!" I called out to Mark as he appeared at the door. "Frade's hurt!"

Mark didn't seem to be in a hurry. He walked in and said to Frade, "Boss, do you want me to get you a doctor?"

"Just get me a new tourniquet," Frade said, frowning. "The doctor has already treated my wound, and I was in such a hurry to walk that it tore!"

Mark gave me a reproachful look as he left, as if I had caused Frade's injury. But I can guess that it must have something to do with me.

"Frade, what's going on?" I tried to be gentle with him. "Will you please tell me?"

"Give me a whiskey!" Frade leaned back on the couch, the blood spreading from his white shirt like a blooming blood rose.

I got up to get him a whisky, and Mark was already retreating his wound, as he always did.

"Mark, give us a moment!" Frade sent his men away, and I suddenly felt something wrong, but could not say why.

Frade downed a whole glass of whiskey. His brow furrowed, and mixed emotions rose again in his green eyes.

"The gas company's rights were taken away by foreign governments, so I took the opportunity to get the banks to put pressure on Ron. Everything was going so well. However, I didn't expect Ron to transfer all the debt onto you. Because you weren't officially divorced yet, he had a lawyer tampering with the documents. Now he's claiming you disappeared to get out of debt. And your father chose this time to sever his legal relationship with you. Ron found our phone records on your phone. He called me and said he knew about our relationship. He wanted to make peace, so he asked me to meet him at his private club. I promised him. I thought it was a man-to-man conversation, but he had me ambushed. I was careless. I only brought a few people with me. Everyone else is dead. Ron shot me!"

It turned out that Frade had been hurt because of me, and I felt so guilty that he shouldn't have gotten involved in my personal affairs.

"I'm sorry, Frade!" I looked down, tears welling up in my eyes.

"I've declared a full-scale war against the Moore family. The gas company can't bankrupt him," Frade said, looking at me intently, "This is my business as much as it is yours, and I will avenge Mia!"

"Mia, what does this have to do with Mia?" I asked, surprised.

"Do you know why I hate the Moors," Frade said, "Not only because we have a long history of hatred, but because the Moors are responsible for Mia's death!"

"What?"

"The Moors took Mia during a confrontation, and they made a video of Mia being r.aped to threaten me, and they killed her afterwards. And it was all ordered by the head of the Moore family, your husband!" Frade's eyes were murderous, the knuckles of his fingers holding the glass bulged.

"I will kill him at any cost!"

"But you're hurt, Frade!" I said, stroking his cheek. "The most important thing for you right now is to get better."

Frade grew paler and paler, and I called some servants to help him go back to his bedroom. Mark brought him a bottle of painkillers, which I fed Frade, and he fell fast asleep in bed.

As night fell, Frade didn't wake up. I saw Mark smoking in the hallway. He saw me walking towards him, so he took out his cigarette case from his pocket and handed it to me.

I lit a cigarette and felt dizzy at first after not smoking for so long, but I got used to it quickly.

"Frade's declaration of war against the Moors upset the elders of the Logan family. It was a blind suicide, and it would only end in mutual destruction," said Mark, leaning against a column under the porch, "You'll get him in trouble!" He said, puffing a smoke ring.

"I'll leave!" I flicked the ash with my finger. "But you have to help me!"

"What do you want?" Mark asked.

"Get me a pistol and my cell phone."

"Meet me at the back door in ten minutes and I'll give you what you want!" Mark said and turned away.

I went back to the bedroom. Frade was still asleep. I kissed him lightly on the forehead and he didn't respond. Maybe it was an overdose of painkillers that caused lethargy.

Goodbye, Frade! I whispered to him.

Mark gave me a pistol and he found my cell phone and gave it back to me. On the way out, he gave me $500. He said he was afraid I wouldn't be able to afford a taxi.

I called an Uber on my cell phone after I left the house, and from there I dialed Liv's number.

"Hello!" Liv said over the noise of the music.

"This is Eva!" I said. "I need your help!"

"Oh, my God! Eva, it's you!" Liv said excitedly. "I thought you'd disappeared! You know that d.amn Ron is having an engagement party with your sister tonight!"

"What? Did they invite you?"

"Sure, but I'm not going to their engagement party. You know I always hated your sister!" Liv said.

"Can you give me the invitation?"

"Eva, what are you doing?" Liv's voice sounded uneasy.

"See you later!" I hung up.

Engagement party. Very nice! Now that everyone's here, I can take care of them all together.