"Who can be blamed?"
"After all, you're such a jerk."
Immediately, I tried to get off the plane just to go home. Unfortunately, the cabin felt full of Jonathan’s bodyguards who supervised me from every direction. In the end, I couldn't escape the plane. I couldn't return to London.
For five whole years, I was abroad. I watched the thorny vine inside me grow into a towering tree. Every breath I took felt like it was nearly choking me. I never imagined that even his promise about signing the divorce agreement to keep Andrew alive would be nothing but a lie.
Soon enough, I had rushed toward Jonathan. However, his bodyguards quickly pinned me to the ground before I could reach him. I could only see Jonathan pick Tiffany up and carry her away.
I screamed like a madwoman, "Jonathan!"
"I'll make you pay!"
"Jonathan! I'll kill you!"
"I'll really kill you!"
Countless onlookers laughed and shouted, "She's just a mad woman! Everyone knows Mr. O'Brien makes the rules in London!"
"I heard about that back then. Mr. O'Brien, to protect Miss Montbauer, had Andrew crushed to ashes. She even livestreamed it at the time."
My head felt like it was ringing.
I heard someone else say, "Damn! Crushing his bones to ashes? That’s so cruel."
"Well, Mr. O'Brien did say that he’ll make anyone suffer a hundred times more if anyone makes Miss Montbauer unhappy, even if it's his own wife."
"But Mr. O'Brien also built his fortune because of his ex-wife."
Their voices blurred together as the rain fell hard.
I was soaked by the heavy downpour as if a storm had opened up over my life. The words about crushing Andrew’s bones to ash kept echoing in my ears. On my phone, the old livestream played on repeat. Tiffany was smiling and praising me five years ago, saying things meant to humiliate.
"I don't want Mr. O'Brien to love me like this, but Mr. O’Brien said if someone makes me unhappy, he'll make them a hundred times more unhappy," the recording said in her voice that I once trusted.
The box with my brother's ashes was opened easily.
I screamed in a hoarse voice, "No."
No one listened. No one reached out to stop them. I could only watch the box being opened. After that, Jonathan scooped up a handful of ashes and scattered them into the wind. For a moment, I thought I could still feel the faint warmth of my brother's body in the air, but the rain turned that warmth to nothing.
"No."
I cried and begged, "No, no, please! Don't do this to my brother."
A ringing phone in my hand suddenly brought me back to the present.
I quickly shouted into it with a hoarse voice, "I want revenge! I want Jonathan to pay for what he did! I want the same thing for Tiffany! I want them all dead!"
Tiffany wasn’t that badly injured. In fact, she was pretending to be weak to win every scrap of Jonathan's attention. Seeing him stay by her side despite everything, Tiffany smiled like she owned the world.
She called his name, "Jonathan."
"Let's get married after this is over, okay?"
It had been five years. Despite his spoiling Tiffany with gifts and tender love for all of those years, Jonathan still refused to give an official Mrs. O’Brien title to Tiffany. No matter how she acted or how many sweet words she said, he would not give her the formal title of being his wife.
She clutched Jonathan's hand as he said, "I don't want us to miss each other again."
"Jonathan," Tiffany sobbed, her voice breaking, "I just want the right to officially stand by your side."
Her soft, pleading words softened Jonathan. For a moment, he looked lost in her. It was as if he were ready to promise anything when I burst in.
I kicked the ward door open. I was soaked with blood and mud, while I still held the dagger tightly. I stood in front of Jonathan, who looked stunned at my appearance and he said, "You truly are invincible-"
Before he could finish his sentence, I rushed at him to drive the knife forward toward his chest. After that, I grabbed his hair with my other hand to pull his face up to mine.
"Jonathan!" I shouted.
"Today is the day you die!"
