My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 75

I will never forget the look Carlos gave me that day.

It was as cold as ice, and just as heartless.

He didn't even give me a chance to defend myself.

Just like that, he casually sent me to prison.

What's left to hold on to for a man like this?

I looked up, trying to hold back the tears.

"I told you, I won't apologize."

"If I regret anything, it's that I didn't pick up the glass shards and stab them into her veins."

The car stopped in front of the Blakely family's house, just like three years ago. Today was Annie Blakely's birthday.

Carlos was holding Jack in his arms, his other hand reaching for mine, but I pushed it away.

I walked forward without looking back, like a lion ready to fight.

He called out to me from behind, but I pretended I didn't hear him.

Before I even reached the door, I could already hear the laughter of Annie Blakely's followers coming from the garden.

"Did you hear? Grace Hope, that idiot, is about to be released from prison?"

"No surprise there. If you ask me, Grace Hope is not worthy of marrying Young Master Kashton."

"If Annie hadn't gone abroad for further studies, giving this unsightly substitute a chance, Grace Hope would never have gotten the chance to be Mrs. Kashton."

"But now, Mrs. Kashton has a criminal record. I wonder if the Kashton family will still accept someone who was once the most hated person in prison."

The girls laughed together, and Annie Blakely appeared in a gorgeous evening gown.

Her voice was gentle enough, but to me, it felt like a knife, sparking a sense of disdain.

"Stop talking about Grace Hope. She didn't mean to hurt me back then, and besides, she has already paid the price."

She was defending me, yet her words felt like a judgment, nailing me to the shame pillar of attempted intentional injury.

As soon as she spoke, the girls immediately erupted into angry shouts, as if they wanted to tear me apart.

I stood at the door, trying to push it open, but Carlos Kashton grabbed my wrist.

"Grace Hope, don't listen to them. We're just here to apologize. Don't cause any trouble."

I pursed my lips and remained silent.

During the three years in prison, I got used to standing up for myself and not bothering to argue with others.

There, no one would stand by my side.

And here, it was the same.

In the three years in prison, I didn't learn much, but I definitely learned how to make a slap hurt.

Annie Blakely had grown up pampered, never suffering, how could she withstand my slap?

Her left cheek instantly swelled up.

There was a brief moment of silence in the garden.

But in the next instant, everyone stared at me with looks of hatred.

Yet no one dared to step forward.

They all feared I would go mad and end up hitting them instead.

Only Jack Kashton was different.

Children's thoughts are the purest.

He screamed and charged at me, his head as hard as a rock.

"Why are you bullying Aunt Annie Blakely?!"

"You bad woman! You bad woman!"

I was knocked off balance by the impact.

I turned to look at him and smiled.