I wanted to ask why his disorder did not make him hit his parents or go berserk at the police station. Why did he only direct his anger toward me? Could it be that this disease was also specialized in targeting people?

In my past life, he always talked sweetly toward me after hitting me and I always forgave him because I thought it was my fault. I couldn't help but feel a little amused when I remembered my past reaction.

However, I pretended to be pitiful and said, "It’s okay. I don't blame you. If I only behaved better, you wouldn’t hit me. I'll try to do better."

Fred nodded in satisfaction. I seized the moment to ask, "Is the person you hit okay?"

He casually shrugged. "That guy died. He was so pathetic."

My heart sank. Even though I had called the police and the nine-one-one as soon as possible, I still could not save the man.

Then, I asked again, "What about Megan? Is she alright?"

"She’ll be fine. We gave Chief Thompson some money, she'll be out in a few days."

I gripped my clothes tightly to stop myself from shaking.

What I didn't expect was that it did not even take a few days, Megan was already out the next day. She even went straight to the Jefferson Mansion from jail.

Usually, when she came to the house, she would show how close she was to me and treated me well. Now, she immediately went to Fred and confidently leaned into Fred's arm then said coquettishly, "Fred, I took the fall for you and had suffered a lot. You owe me a big reward."

Fred immediately squeezed her waist to stop her from talking.

Normally, I would feel hurt seeing their interaction. However, all I could think of was how to take my revenge.

I carried a fruit platter in my hands then I approached her and with a pretended concern tone I asked, "Megan, you’re out. Are you okay?"

Megan who was still leaning in Fred's arms, looked at me with a hint of challenge in her eyes and said, "Yeah, I am okay. It's just my legs are a bit sore from walking so much. I can borrow your husband's arm to lean on, right?"

I smiled nicely. "Of course. Here, you can eat some fruits too, while doing so."

Then I left them together. Their intimacy no longer bothered me. After years of marrying Fred, I had seen worse than that.

Now, I only cared about finding evidence of Fred bribing Chief Thompson.

When I thought about the blackmail letter he was about to get, I smirked. The thought had really lifted up my spirit.