"What is this, revenge because I dumped you? Are you trying to destroy my family? Lianna is pure and innocent—if you dare exploit her again, don't blame me for being ruthless! Send her back right now!"
His voice was so loud and venomous that my ears rang.
The truth was I hadn't had any contact with Lianna ever since she set me on fire.
But Hubert never believed that.
I received his calls almost daily.
At first, hearing his accusations, I actually thought Lianna was really punishing him on my behalf.
It wasn't until he barged into my home in a rage, beat me black and blue, stuffed me into a sack, and sold me to the Golden Triangle that I realized I had been nothing but a scapegoat.
Remembering the flames she lit, the slander she spread, and his merciless revenge—a surge of hatred burned in my chest.
'Hubert, this time, you'll see with your own eyes what your so-called "pure, good wife" really is.'
Curling my lips into a cold smile, I answered the call. "Lianna is busy right now—she's unclogging the sewer. She won't be back anytime soon."
Then my face hardened. Without waiting for his reply, I hung up and switched off my phone.
But only moments later, pounding fists rattled my door.
The lock had barely turned when a powerful force slammed it open, throwing me back.
Before I could react, several bodyguards pinned me to the ground.
And Hubert stormed inside, footsteps heavy and furious, tearing through my home in search of Lianna.
My small two-bedroom apartment had been turned upside down by his men.
Yet he still found nothing.
"Didn't you say Lianna was unclogging a sewer? Where is she?"
His face flushed red as he stormed up to me, voice booming with rage.
Seeing him like this, a wicked satisfaction curled in my chest.
Revenge tasted sweet.
I raised my brows, speaking slowly, almost lazily, "I only said she was unclogging a sewer. I never said it was in my house. Maybe she's unclogging one at your driver's place. Why don't you check there?"
Hubert's eyes went cold. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked hard.
"Drop the sarcasm," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll ask you one last time—where are you hiding Lianna?"
Lianna's whereabouts had always been a secret. I was nothing but her scapegoat—how could I possibly know?
Through gritted teeth, I answered, "She's a grown woman with hands and feet of her own. Why would I know where she goes? I'm not her mother!"