My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 48

Someone winked and smiled, "The happiest person here must be Brandon. Luckily, he's waited for you all these years and remained single."

I looked at Brandon, who blushed slightly, biting his lip, "I like you, that's my business. You don't need to feel burdened. I respect all your decisions."

Then he hesitated, his eyes filled with concern, "There's one more thing. I'm sorry, Nicole. Your child was crushed during the fall into the sea. It's not going to survive."

I absentmindedly touched my stomach.

I sighed for the brief life that never got a chance to live. Perhaps it was for the best. From now on, I would sever all ties with Larry, once and for all.

After that, I dedicated myself to rescue operations, traveling between war-torn countries, saving many lives.

The children wove flower garlands for me, and the adults prepared the best food and clothing they could manage.

We gathered around a bonfire, singing songs of hope for the living in the brief moments of peace between the wars.

These heartfelt gestures gave me immense fulfillment.

It was only after two short years that I felt I was truly alive again.

But I never expected that one day, I would meet Larry again.

That day, I had just finished dressing a wound when a child I had saved pointed behind me.

Amid the rubble, the tall figure of a man was hunched over, with a scruffy beard and a broken body.

"Nicole…"

His eyes were filled with tears of joy, and his voice trembled when he called my name.

"You're alive, thank God. I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime."

Seeing my indifferent expression, he hurriedly pulled out a pair of dazzling rings from his pocket.

He presented them before me, inopportunely.

"I'll say it one more time. we're divorced. Or just pretend I'm dead. In this life, or the next, I never want to see you again. If you have any guilt left in you, stay as far away from me as possible."

After saying this, I turned and left without looking back.

I didn't know when Larry left. It wasn't until a month later that I heard he was stabbed eight times during a shootout with Mr. Kim at the harbor.

His subordinates braved the gunfire to carry him away, but he gave up on life, staring into the distance and muttering to himself, "My wife will come save me. She'll come…"

Soon after, the news reported that the two major criminal forces in Somalia were wiped out by Interpol, and Larry's body was blown to bits. Mr. Kim and his subordinates were all sent to prison, awaiting international legal prosecution.

All the property Larry had prepared in advance with his lawyer was left to me, which I promptly donated.

He repented with his death, but I could never forgive him.

I looked at the rising sun in the distance, the air full of the scent of sunlight. For the rest of my life, I would live brilliantly.