Tristan let out a low, satisfied laugh.
"That's right! I had his wife gang-raped until she died. And his son? I had him kidnapped and sold to human traffickers."
My breath hitched. A sickening wave of nausea rolled through me, but it wasn't from the alcohol.
Tristan's voice took on a sickeningly casual tone, as if he were recounting an amusing anecdote. "Every time I visited Martin in prison, I would describe how I played with his wife... and how his son got chopped into pieces by the traffickers."
He leaned in closer, his lips curling into a grin. "I did it just to enrage him. And now, I'll use him one last time—to get rid of you."
I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached. My hands curled into fists, nails digging into my palms.
"Does Vanessa know about this?" I forced the words out through gritted teeth.
Tristan chuckled. "If she knew I had fun with another man's wife until she died, do you think she would still be helping me set you up like this?"
His grin widened as he reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, waving it mockingly in front of my face.
"Oh, by the way... you didn't happen to have your phone recording this conversation, did you?"
Tristan took my phone, turned it over in his palm and sneered. "Just as I thought."
Without hesitation, he raised it above his head and smashed it onto the floor. The sharp crack of shattering glass echoed through the spacious mansion. Not satisfied, he ground the device beneath his heel, twisting his foot until the delicate circuits were reduced to nothing but a crushed heap.
"Charlie, your entire life has been a pathetic joke," he mocked, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "In the end, everything you've done has only served to elevate me. Tomorrow morning, I'll come back to collect your corpse. Hahaha!"
Laughing wildly, he grabbed a heavy club from the corner of the room. Without warning, he swung it with all his might, slamming it against my skull. Pain exploded through my head before my vision darkened.
As consciousness slipped from my grasp, I felt my body collapse onto the bed. Distantly, I heard Tristan moving around, carefully adjusting my position, making it seem as though I were peacefully sleeping. He was meticulous, ensuring that when Martin arrived, he would believe that he had finally found his long-awaited target.