His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

121 A Special Gift

He took me outside the hotel and we got into a Mercedes-benz. The driver drove along Las Vegas Boulevard, where brilliant lights flickered at night.

After about 20 minutes of driving, the bright neon lights of the city moved further and further away from us. On either side of the road is wilderness, and the car turned left into the Desolate Stone Road at a fork in the road.

I could hear the tires grinding against the gravel, and the car shook slightly to a halt. There was a black car already parked in front of it, with two burly men standing in front of it.

"Let's get off," Daley said, looking ahead.

When we got out of the car, a man in a tight black t-shirt and Daley looked at each other. He turned and went to the trunk of the car, and soon I saw a man with a collar coming up to us.

The man's hands were tied behind his back, and the car lights shone on his face when he looked up. I saw that the man with scars on his face was Ron.

"This is the special gift that I prepared for you," Daley whispered into my ear. "I promised I'd bring him to you. Now here he is."

"How did you catch him?" I remember Ron had been taken to jail by the police.

"He got a doctor to submit a medical report to the court and then paid off the police to get bail. My people found out that he had recently come to Las Vegas to meet with an underworld boss, so I had him arrested."

He tried to take the money and runaway? I chuckled darkly. He was never going to change.

Daley traded a glance with two burly men across the way, and they turned their backs on us. Ron stared at me in horror. He was on his knees and trying to move towards me.

"Eva, let me go, PLEASE."

I looked at him with no expression. This was the man I have been married to for seven years. I gave him everything I had, but the reward he gave me was death.

"As long as you keep me alive, I am willing to give anything to you in return."

"No matter how much you pay, my loss is irreparable." I sneered at him. "I will definitely make you pay. You killed our baby."

"Are you kidding me?" Ron's eyes widened. "Are you sure it is my baby?"

"I told you. You killed your child." I looked at him straight in the eye. "You caused me a lifetime of pain. I hate you, Ron."

"That's impossible."

"Today is the day you die." I glanced at Red Rock Canyon looming in the darkness. "I look forward to seeing your blood stain this land."

"No. B.itch！" Ron screamed madly. "Who do you think you are?"

"Now you can start saying your last words."

I wanted to let him say his last words in silence, but he didn't seem to realize that his life was coming to an end.

"You know what? I knew from the first moment I met you that you were a stupid woman who lacked love inside. A woman like you will do anything as I told you, as long as I say I love you. You will always believe me when I lie to you. I wouldn't even touch you if you are not from Green family," Ron said sarcastically, "Do you think I'm going to be touched just because you make me dinner every night and wait for me to get home? You're the most boring woman I've ever had sex with, but I will never forget the lewd look of you screaming under my body."

"Go ahead." I had no expression.

"Do you really think you could kill me?" Ron glared at me viciously, "If it wasn't for this man helping you, do you think I would fall into your hands? Women have always been the appendages of men, and you're trying to break this law. You're just an appendage of this man now."

"Is that all you have to say?" I scowled at Ron, who was barking like a mad dog. He looked hideous.

"If you like, I have many more vile words." Ron stared at me. "Do you like dirty words? It's a pity I haven't given you a taste of the Whip."

"Since when do you abuse underage girls?" I stepped forward and approached him. "Tell me."

"You want to know?" Ron grinned, "I've had this fetish since before I met you. But I never used it on you because you're boring and rigid. The girls were more fun. I like to see the whip crack on their fresh skin, red as a blooming rose. Their screams excite me. They were like lowly b.itches when they knelt before me and begged for my forgiveness."

"How could you do such a cruel thing to those girls?" I clenched my fists in anger.

"You should ask them why they would go down for money," Ron said sarcastically, "As long as the money is dangling in front of them, they'll open their legs. It's the same reason you'll let me f.uck you with a little bit of love."

A gunshot pierced the still night sky, and Ron fell to the ground with a bullet in his left shoulder. His head was tilted and he groaned in pain.

"It's too noisy." Daley pointed the gun at Ron. "If you say one more word, the next bullet will come into your mouth."

Ron refused to admit his fault until his death. I looked up at the stars. People say that dead souls become stars in the night sky. I guess the brightest star in the sky must be my child.

It looked at me and seemed to be smiling at me.

It's time. I looked down at Ron, blood staining his shoulders. The shadow of death had gathered around him, ready to consume him.

"Have you ever felt despair in the dark?" I looked at Ron coldly. "Soon you will know what despair is."

My hand slipped over Daley's wrist, and when my finger touched the gun in his hand, he released it and put it in my hand.

"No." When Ron saw me pointing a gun at him, his face turned white as a sheet.

I shot him three times in the body, two of which hit his knee.

Ron curled up and screamed. Blood gushed from his body like a fountain. He won't live long.

I turned around and gave the gun back to Daley, who took it and looked back at Ron on the ground.

"Let him die slowly," I said.

"I will let someone deal with his body," Daley said, putting his arm around my shoulder and leading me back to the car.

I was silent on the way back. Even as Daley held me in his arms, my body felt cold.