Money Makes a Man's Regret

When my mother-in-law, Margaret Chapman and I were kidnapped and tortured by Henry Larson's enemies, he was on a date with his first love, Bethany Foster.Hours later, the burglars grew irritated by Margaret's relentless cries and tore out her corneas.They dumped her, barely covered in tattered rags, at the bottom deck of a cruise ship—right in front of Henry, who was gently draping a coat over Bethany's shoulders.Henry's gaze swept over Margaret, who was whimpering helplessly. Then, in a voice laced with cold amusement, he scoffed. "Classic Jessica. You actually convinced Mom to go along with your little act?"Margaret's mangled arms twitched with flesh and blood exposed as she gasped through the pain. "Henry… It hurts…"…This was the 18th hour since the burglars had begun their inhuman torture.And yet, Henry—the man whose mere presence could send waves through Jensburg's business world—was too busy securing a name for Bethany's son.The burglars had made so many ransom c

I saw the shift in Henry's eyes—first doubt, then disbelief, and finally, pure disgust.My thoughts started to scatter, but I heard Margaret's trembling voice somewhere in the distance."Jess, what's wrong? Talk to me, sweetheart. Jess, answer me! Where are you?"I wanted to tell her I was here, but I couldn't. My throat had been torn open.There were so many things I regretted when it came to Margaret. I wanted to say sorry to her. I should have protected her.Finally, I let my eyes slip shut.By then, Margaret finally caught the heavy scent of blood drifting toward her. As she moved closer, her hands brushed against the warm, sticky pool spreading across the floor. When her fingers found the gaping wound in my neck, she froze completely.The live stream chat erupted."OMG! Where is that man? Why hasn't he shown up yet?""Someone please find out who her husband is! Is this real? Help! She's dying!"…The burglar dropped the knife, and panic flashed across his face. "His w

"Someone, get the car! We're going to the hospital!" Henry yelled.However, Bethany grabbed Henry's wrist and stepped in front of him with that same skeptical tone she always had. "Jessica claims she was taken hostage, and now Mrs. Larson just happens to show up like this? That's way too much of a coincidence!"Henry, don't be fooled—Jessica's little tricks are so low they're almost laughable."She shot a disdainful glance at Margaret and added, "And really, Jessica? Dressing up Mrs. Larson like this in the middle of the night? That's just cruel!"Using Margaret as a weapon was usually enough to set Henry off.But today, Henry didn't explode. Instead, he stared at Bethany with a cold and unrelenting gaze like he was trying to burn a hole straight through her.Bethany's confidence faltered. She hesitated for a split second before forcing a laugh. "Henry, why are you looking at me like that?"Then, with an air of wounded innocence, she added, "Maybe I've been too selfish by keep

However, I was already dead. No matter how much Henry broke down or screamed, I would never witness it.He cradled me in his arms, rocking back and forth as my blood kept spilling. It soaked through his clothes and seeped into his skin."Jessica, if I had believed you, would you still be alive?"You were always such a good liar, weren't you? Just like how you pretended to be indifferent to Bethany, even though you hated her. "You're faking it this time, too, right? This is just another act to get me to come back to you, right?"No… someone as jealous as you could never compare to Bethany's kindness, could you?"Jessica, wake up!""Mr. Larson, I'm sorry for your loss, but we need to take the body for investigation. Please cooperate with us."Two officers approached with a stretcher, but Henry refused to let go. He held me tightly, stopping anyone from coming close.The officers said, "Mr. Larson, please step aside. We need to conduct an investigation. And we'll need you to co