The DNA Result

Adele~

Towards evening, I received a parcel from St. Claire hospital in regards to Silver and Detroit's DNA test. Staring down at the brown envelope, I was tempted to open it, but it wasn't mine to open, so I left it on my seat and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

‘So now what, Adele?’ I asked myself.

What's the best way to make Julia and Ryan suffer without having blood on my hands? It was easier to send a hitman after them, extract information from them through torture and blow their brains out.

I swear, it was tempting.

But God forbid I stain my hands with their blood. God forbid I give them a quick death.

I want them to suffer. I mean really suffer.

Not the kind of suffering that comes from pain that fades in hours, but the kind that eats into their marrow, day after day, until they wish death would take them, and still, it doesn’t.

So, what should I do?

Hmm…get Roman to divorce Julia?

Of course I would. Whether they liked it or not, they must get divorced. I refus