Chapter 4

Before long, a top-of-the-line luxury car pulled up.

"Wow, Ms. Sweeney is here!"

The door opened, and Sherry stepped out wearing an haute couture evening gown. She was radiant as a star in the sky.

Harold, standing beside her, was also dressed in a sharp suit and looked exceptionally handsome.

"Ms. Sweeney looks just like a big-time star, and her husband's so handsome, too!"

"They really are a perfect match!"

The crowd showered them with compliments.

Harold wore a confident, smug smile.

Sherry linked her arm through Harold's, and the two walked elegantly down the red carpet toward Seasky Villa.

I seized the opportunity and rushed straight toward them.

The moment Harold saw me, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

As for Sherry, her gaze toward me was cold.

"What are you doing here? Today is Harold's birthday. Don't come here to cause trouble.

"But if you come to your senses and kneel before Harold and apologize, I'll let you return to the Sweeney family and resume your life of luxury."

"I'm not here to cause trouble, nor am I here to apologize. I just want to give you this." I handed her the divorce agreement. "Take a look. If there are no issues, then you can—"

I had not finished speaking yet when Harold stepped forward. "Liam, today is my birthday party. It's so great that you came to celebrate with me!"

"Hurry! Come inside with me." Harold put his arm around my shoulder in a fake, friendly gesture.

His gaze was icy.

Suddenly, Harold shoved something into my hand.

Before I could even react, Harold quickly raised his hand and grabbed the blade.

The sharp edge immediately sliced through his hand, and blood stained his hand red.

He let out a cry. "Liam, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have come back to look for Sherry. Please, spare me! Don't kill me, okay?"

It all happened so fast and so suddenly.

When everyone saw this, they all scrambled to step back.

A look of anxiety flashed across Sherry's face. She rushed toward Harold and shielded him. "Harold, are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

"My hand hurts so much…"

"Doctor! Doctor!" Sherry cried out anxiously.

Medical staff rushed over immediately. Sherry called over the security guards. "Liam, you've really gone too far this time! You've become even more ruthless! How dare you hurt Harold?

"Hit him! Hit him hard!"

I snapped back to my senses and threw the knife on the ground. "Sherry, it's not like that! I didn't—"

Before I could finish, security guards rushed over and knocked me to the ground.

A few of them swarmed me.

Sherry's eyes were red. "This time, you've really crossed the line! I'm furious. Hurting Harold is the same as hurting me!"

Punches and kicks rained down on me, and I was soon covered in blood.

Harold suddenly said, "Sherry, it's okay. He probably didn't mean it. He was just overcome with jealousy for a moment, thinking you were too kind to me. Let him go."

"Jealous? What right does he have to be jealous of you? If you hadn't donated your kidney to me back then, would I even be alive today?

"Yet he had the audacity to hurt you time and time again."

I stared at the two of them huddled together. The spark in my eyes faded bit by bit.

I did not know when it happened, but the security guards had thrown me outside the venue.

I was covered in blood, and I could feel the warmth rapidly draining from my body.

Suddenly, there was a booming sound as fireworks burst in the sky one after another.

I looked up at the dazzling sky.

It was breathtaking.

Yet none of that was for me. Instead, I was waiting to die in a pile of trash.

Three days later, in her office, Sherry opened the document I had handed her. When she saw that it was a divorce agreement, her brows furrowed.

Just then, her phone suddenly rang.

It was an official call. "Hello, are you Sherry Sweeney, the wife of Liam Sullivan?"

Even though she did not want to admit it, Sherry said reluctantly, "I am. What's the matter?"

She gritted her teeth and spoke with difficulty, shamefully acknowledging the truth.

"Here's the situation. Your husband, Liam, was confirmed dead last night. Please come in to sign the authorization for an autopsy."