Chapter 3

"Could it be because I look a bit like April, she specifically came here to kill me?"

She clung to Mark's arm in fear, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mark, please make her leave. I'm scared..."

"Nonsense!"

Seeing Wendy's manipulative act, the rage in my chest refused to subside.

Losing all reason, I raised my hand and slapped Wendy hard on the face.

Mark's bodyguards instantly pinned me to the ground.

I looked up at him in shock.

Mark's face was grim, his eyes cold as he stared at me.

"Wendy's not wrong. How dare you act all high and mighty before April's grave? You clearly need to be taught a lesson."

He took the wooden stick handed to him by a bodyguard and brutally smashed it on my knee.

The crisp sound of bone cracking echoed in the cemetery.

My face turned deathly pale. I lost all strength and collapsed onto my knees in front of my sister's tombstone.

"You have no right to be here, you murderer!"

As if venting his anger, Mark repeatedly smashed the wooden stick on my leg. The excruciating pain nearly made me pass out.

Blood stained the cemetery red, yet my parents, seeing me covered in blood, showed not a shred of mercy.

Wendy looked at me provocatively and took out her phone to capture my pathetic state.

"This picture will surely fetch a good price, right?"

Perhaps tired from hitting, Mark tossed the wooden stick aside.

He coldly lowered his gaze.

"No one is to take her to the hospital. Let her crawl home herself!"

Mark did not hold back at all when he hit me. My right leg was broken.

Only after the pain turned numb did I slowly prop myself up.

Looking at my sister's photo on the tombstone, tears welled up in my eyes.

"April, tell me, did I make a mistake? Maybe I shouldn't have married Mark three years ago..."

I slowly made my way home dragging my broken leg.

On the way, many people shot me strange looks, even holding up their phones to snap photos of me.

"Isn't that the murderer who killed her own sister?"

"I heard she married Mark Zeller after her sister died. He was her sister's fiancé, but she just took him for herself."

"How disgusting. Why is such a wicked person still alive?"

My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched tightly, and I gritted my teeth, determined to ignore the whispers around me.

Even on our wedding day, Mark was spreading the rumor that I killed my own sister all over town.

When I got home, Mark was already there waiting for me.

His gaze fell on my bloody, mangled right leg, and he pursed his lips.

"Gloria, what exactly do I need to do to make you leave me? The only woman I love is April. I would rather be with a substitute than with a murderer like you."

I looked up at Mark and said flatly, "Am I the murderer? You should know that better than anyone."

Mark's expression stiffened slightly. He then let out a cold chuckle with unconcealed disgust on his face.

Before he could speak, I suddenly asked, "Would you marry anyone other than me?"

Faced with my sudden question, Mark froze, then a smirk spread across his lips as he looked at me viciously.

"Yeah, that's right. I'd marry anyone other than you.

"Every time I see you, I have to fight the urge to kill you. If it weren't for you, April wouldn't have died!

"You knew perfectly well that she and I were getting married the very next day, yet you still forced my mom to make me marry you.

"My mom's coming back to the country soon. When she does, I'll have her arrange our divorce. As for a baby, you can forget about it. You'll never be able to tie me down!"

I wasn't surprised in the least to hear that.