His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

86 Crime And Punishment

I pull up a chair and sit down in front of Gina, who stares at the electric baton in my hand with terrified eyes. Her forehead was covered with sweat and her red lips were blurry from the tape. By this time, Gina had lost her arrogance. She was like a cat shivering in a cage. Fear of the unknown awaits her.

I will never forget the moment when my sister stabbed me with a dagger. Maybe I should have replaced the electric baton with a dagger.

"Go ahead," I said coldly. "You have plenty of time."

I could have guessed what she was doing. But I still wanted to hear her own confession, like the police always do. They always give prisoners a chance to confess. This creates the illusion that the prisoner will be forgiven if he confesses.

"If I tell you the truth, will you let me go?" Gina is still trying to bargain.

"I will consider letting you live." I gave her an uncertain and hopeful answer.

She looked down at the ground, as if wondering where to begin. Prisoners are clever at filtering out secrets they think the police don't know before confessing. But I'm not one of those stupid cops. I'll use lynching to get all the secrets out of a prisoner's mouth.

"Do I need to remind you where to start?" Gina shrieked as I turned on the electric baton and poked it into her fair calf.

"That's the lowest setting," I said coolly. "You're lucky I don't have a knife."

The avaricious and the wicked are the most intolerant of physical torture, for they never think that one day the person they have killed will take revenge. The world is full of people who are afraid of death and like doing evil.

"When did you start cheating on me with Ron?" I was going to give her a hint. Looking at her paper-white face, I worried that she would not last long if I continued to use the electric baton on her.

"The first time Ron and I had s.ex was at your wedding," Gina said weakly, "Then we would talk occasionally until dad sent me to Ron's company for an internship. Ron rented me an apartment. He used to hang out with me there. Ron always complained to me that you hadn't given him an heir. He said he would divorce you and marry me as soon as I had an heir."

"Dad knows about this, too?" I asked.

"Yes, he even let me be with Ron," Gina said. "Dad said he would let me marry Ron as long as I had Ron's baby to strengthen our relationship with the Moore family."

So my father thought I was worthless from the beginning. Everything was premeditated.

"How did you and Jeff get together?" I'm sure she won't forget her s.ex tape with Jeff.

"I seduced Jeff to find out what Ron liked, and it was as simple as that. Jeff was Ron's most trusted man, and he told me how to please Ron so he wouldn't tire of me," she confessed, "When I got pregnant with Jeff's baby, he tried to force me to leave Ron. So I snuck Jeff out and let the assassin in the ambush kill him. I knew Ron would kill me if he found out the baby had another father. I told my mother about it. My mother didn't think I could keep the baby. She made me take abortion medicine. My mother told me to pin the abortion on you so I could get rid of you."

"That's why you attacked me," I sneered, "And you and your mother managed to pin the loss of your child on me. Were you happy to be Mrs. Moore, when you found out Ron had me in jail?"

Gina's silence replaced her answer.

"And you paid Jenny to be a witness," I said.

"Jeff told me he found out that Jenny was embezzling, so I used that to threaten her and get her to help me."

"Why?" I lifted her chin to make her look at me.

"What could have made you so cruel? How could you hurt an unborn child?" I glared at her, "Ever since I was a kid, I let you win, and I wouldn't argue with you about anything you liked. But why, why do you always have to take everything away from me?"

After my mother died, my father took Gina and her mother home. Lydia took the hostess's place, and Gina took a lot of my jewelry and clothes and even my room. I thought that if I put up with it, I would be relieved when I get married, but I fell into another abyss.

"Because I'm jealous of you." Gina laughed, "Your mother was of noble birth, but mine was a dancer. Even though my mother and I lived in my father's house, my mother was only his lover. She's not the real Mrs. Green. That's why I've been fighting with you. I want to take everything you have. Because you're the real Miss Green, you deserve to marry a rich man like Ron. It's not fair!"

"There is no justice in this world!" I looked at the pathetic, hateful woman in front of me, "Jealousy makes you more cruel than a beast. Doesn't your heart hurt before you decide to give up your child? Don't you regret losing it?"

"No!" Gina said with a twisted smile, clearly unrepentant. If she had her life to live over again, she would make the same decision.

"Now you understand." I stood up and looked down at her. "You are nothing to our father. He only cares about his interests. Gina, our father has given up on you, too."

She wept. These are tears of despair. She aspired to be our father's favorite daughter, and she fawned on him in many ways. She was just a tool in our father's eyes. No, he's not my father. He doesn't even deserve to be called a father.

"Please, don't kill me."

How ironic that it was her turn to beg!

"I'm not going to kill you," I said to her, word by word, "I'll keep you in this dungeon forever. You will spend the rest of your life in despair and fear. You won't have any contact with the outside world. You won't see the sun or feel the warmth. You won't even know if it's day or night. All you have are cockroaches and mice."

"No, don't imprison me!" Gina begged.

"You should spend the rest of your life repenting for the child you lost." I raised the electric baton and stabbed her body.

The sound of electricity soon drowned out Gina's screams, and she fainted, spitting white saliva from the corner of her mouth. I threw the electric baton on the table. Then Daley came down the stairs.

I knew he was watching me from a dark corner. He glanced at Gina like the way he'd look at a dead dog.

"You didn't kill her," he said doubtfully.

"She repents. Eternal imprisonment is the best judgment for her," I said.

"I'll have her taken good care of," he said coldly.

I know what he means.

"I'm tired. I want to go back and rest." I leaned on him gently, and he put his hand on my waist. Then there was the sound of hurried footsteps on the steps.

It was the bodyguard in the dungeon with the neck tattoo. He said to Daley in a panic.

"Boss, we have a problem!"

"What is it?" Daley's eyes were cold.

"Frade is here with his men," said the bodyguard.