Alexa came closer, looking at me sharply. "Because I want to ruin your life. Like your mother ruined mine."
"What do you mean?" I asked, but he just smiled and walked away, leaving me in confusion.
I couldn't stay still. Despite my weakness, I had to act.
With a broken plate, I cut the rope in my hand. Then, I crawled to the saw that was lying nearby. I gritted my teeth, sawing through the restraints on my legs until I was finally free.
Just as I was about to escape through the window, a pile of documents suddenly tumbled onto me. I blinked, my eyes landing on one particular sheet.
"This is Dylan's agreement with me," I said.
A satisfied smile appeared on my lips. With this document, it was Dylan who would be destroyed!
However, I found something far more horrifying—the letter selling my and my mother's kidneys. My hands shook as I read the contents of the letter.
My chest tightened even more when I found the lab results from the hospital. My husband's new lie was exposed.
"Dylan, you were so good at acting. That piece of paper is yours. So, it's not me who's infertile, it's you!" I squeezed the paper tightly, anger and disappointment mixed together.
I couldn't stay still. With all my might, I escaped through the warehouse window, clutching tightly all the evidence of Dylan's crimes.
"I have to hand these documents over to the police. I also need a lawyer," I muttered hurriedly, running in the darkness of the night.
However, my steps halted. My heart skipped a beat as the car's headlights shone on my body. Within seconds, my body was flung into the air, before finally hitting the asphalt hard.
I lay limp, my vision beginning to blur. A male figure walked over, his steps calm, full of satisfaction.
"You think you can report me, Gisella?" the voice sounded familiar, accompanied by a cold, ear-piercing laugh.
I tried to open my eyes, even though the pain all over my body made it difficult to move. "Dylan, it was you who hit me," my voice was weak, but my anger was still burning. I clutched the document in my hand, the only evidence of his crime.
However, Dylan easily snatched it away. His hands pressed against the wounds on my body, causing me even more pain.
"I'll be the first to offer my condolences on your death," he whispered hatefully.
My tears fell. Not because of this wound, but because of the cruelty of the man I once loved. Dylan left, leaving me in a dying state.