Then, he stared at me coldly. His eyes filled with disdain. "Rebecca Herrera, no wonder your father wanted to beat you to death and your mother had the heart to jump off a building. You're a heartless, vicious woman."
I instantly felt as if I'd fallen into an icy pond, my whole-body shivering with cold. He knew my weak spot, knew exactly how to strike where it hurt most. He was heartbroken over Lola's chest wound, so he bloodily tore open the wound in my heart.
With a mostly bald head, I could no longer support my weak body and slumped miserably onto the ground.
Soon, the doctor arrived and hurriedly carried Lola into the ambulance.
Before leaving, Hudson glanced at me coldly. "Rebecca, you've attacked someone with a knife in public. This matter is far from over."
All the guests shook their heads and sighed as they left and my tenth wedding ended with blood splattered on the spot.
I stood on the stage for a long time until the last person left and the police arrived.
"Are you Rebecca Herrera? Someone reported you for suspected intentional homicide. Please come with us."
I asked indifferently, "Was it Hudson Lenart who called the police?"
The officer nodded in response.
Therefore, I endured the trembling all over my body and swallowed the salty blood in my throat before getting into the police car.
When we got to the interrogation room, the police officer began to ask me in detail about the motive and process of the murder and I told him everything without any emotion.
Seeing my messy bald head and dried bloodstains, a female officer looked at me with a sympathetic expression.
"Miss Herrera, since he's already fallen for someone else, why limit yourself to just one option?" she asked.
I stared at the female officer in a daze. Why?
It's just because he offered me a piece of candy in the sea of suffering.
At that time, my parents' marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement. To rescue his collapsing company, my father abandoned his lover of five years and chose to marry my mother.
Shortly after the wedding, his ex-girlfriend secretly gave birth to his son and by the time my father found out, the boy was already six years old.
Feeling guilty and sense of duty, he began staying between our home and his ex-girlfriend's.