His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM novel Chapter 11

Half an hour later, Lisa was getting impatient.

She slapped Mark across the face:

"Why isn't she here yet? Are you two playing me?"

Mark's head snapped to the side from the blow, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth as he hastily explained:

"Maybe she's stuck in traffic... I'll call her again."

The phone rang again.

This time Mark's voice was full of urgency:

"Honey, why aren't you here yet?"

I lowered my voice, pretending to be nervous:

"Babe, the police just told me they've located Lisa. She might know you reported her and come to the hospital to find you. When she does, stall her, don't let her escape..."

"What are you talking about—"

Before Mark could finish, Lisa snatched the phone and smashed it to the ground.

The phone instantly shattered, pieces flying everywhere.

"Mark! So you're the one who got me wanted by the police!"

Lisa glared at him, looking ready to tear him apart.

Mark tried to scramble off the bed to escape, but was shoved back by one of the men.

His body slammed heavily onto the hospital bed, making a dull thud.

The bed frame even shook with the impact.

"Caroline is making this up... I didn't report you... mmph!"

His words were cut off as one of the men stuffed a sock in his mouth.

Lisa waved her hand: "Beat him!"

The men immediately surrounded him, fists raining down like hailstones.

Mark tried to curl into a ball to protect himself, but it was useless.

Crack!

Mark seemed to have broken more ribs.

He shook in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, but with his mouth gagged, he couldn't even scream.

Only muffled whimpers escaped.

"Hit harder! What, you haven't eaten today?"

Lisa's lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The men's fists became more vicious, each punch landing with full force.

Mark's body was tossed around like a broken doll.

He began to convulse violently.

He seemed to be losing consciousness.

"Enough."

Lisa finally waved for the men to stop.

She walked up to Mark, spat on him, full of disgust: "I hate cheating scumbags like you the most!"

With that, she turned to leave the room with her men.

However, as soon as she opened the door.

She was caught red-handed by the police.

A tear still hung in the corner of his eye.

Just crocodile tears.

I felt not a ripple in my heart.

Lisa's life was over too. She was charged with intentional injury causing death, prostitution, and multiple other crimes. Ultimately, she received the death penalty for her combined offenses.

Standing at the courthouse entrance, I looked up at the sky, the sunshine was brilliant.

After the divorce, I picked up my curatorial expertise again and returned to the art industry, working hard to develop my career.

I made a concerted effort to balance between my child and my work.

Time passed quietly, and I had already gained some recognition in the industry.

One day, I received an invitation to curate a project at the University of Arts in California, which required me to be stationed abroad for three years.

After discussing with my family, they agreed to take care of my child, allowing me to focus on my career development.

Once everything was packed, I headed for New York.

But what I didn't expect was that, as soon as I arrived in New York, I received a notice from my landlord canceling the lease.

To make matters worse, my passport and wallet were stolen.

My mood was as gloomy as the rain pouring down in New York.

Just as I was sitting on the sidewalk, on the verge of tears, a foot suddenly stopped in front of me.

I looked up, and a tall man with blue eyes was staring at me.

There were also four other men in black tailcoats standing next to him.

A wave of fear swept over me, and I couldn't help but ask,"W-What are you going to do?"

"Take her away."