My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 77

Behind Annie Blakely, her followers started talking at once, as if they were top experts, casually diagnosing me.

"Prison is a place that eats people alive. Even the most normal person, after three years there, wouldn't come out mentally well."

"Exactly, I remember she grew up with her grandmother, always hungry, always uncertain. She must've been ill for a long time."

"It's not that big of a deal, it's just a shame for Young Master Kashton and the child…"

Jack Kashton, in Annie Blakely's arms, looked up, his eyes, so much like mine, fixed on me.

I only glanced at him for a second, and he screamed.

"Waaah! I'm scared! I don't want this bad mom!"

Annie Blakely whispered gently,

"Little Jack, it's okay, Aunt Annie will protect you. No one can hurt you."

Her leading words made Jack Kashton blurt out,

"Then can Aunt Annie be my mom? I know Aunt Annie likes daddy! Daddy likes Aunt Annie too!"

Carlos Kashton was all about saving face. His face darkened as he coldly scolded,

"Jack Kashton, stop talking nonsense. If you like Aunt Annie, you can't cause her any trouble."

But I clearly saw the faint expectation in his eyes.

Looking at this contradictory man, I suddenly found it a bit funny.

I laughed, but as I did, my body gave out, and I fainted without warning.

Damn it, I should've just eaten that steamed bun.

When I woke up, the smell of medicine filled the air.

I must be in the hospital.

"Grace, you're awake?"

I looked up, and unexpectedly, I met a familiar face.

She had been holding me, crying for a long time, almost out of breath.

"You really scared me!"

"You were unconscious for four whole hours! I thought you'd never wake up…"

"Didn't we agree you'd be released at two o'clock? I even postponed my meeting for you, but you ran off with that damn man!"

"Do you have any idea how hard I worked to get the Kashtons out of the way?"

I once said that Jack Kashton was a treasure that fell from my body, and I would never let go of his hand in this life.

What Carlos didn't know was that the Grace Hope who once had only thoughts of her husband and child had already died in prison.

All the love, all the emotions, had been worn away in the repeated torment.

I looked at him calmly, with no emotion in my eyes.

"The paper is very clear. I don't want anything, just a divorce certificate."

Carlos stared at me for a long time, but didn't find any sign of pretense.

"What about Jack? You don't want Jack anymore?"

I nodded and couldn't help but say more.

"Do you even know what Jack's name means? You should understand better than I do."

"If you've always seen me as a substitute, the real person is back. It's time for me to leave this game."

"I don't want your property. Consider it child support for Jack. I never want to see anyone related to the Kashton family again in my life."

After a long silence, he finally signed the divorce agreement.

I knew he wouldn't refuse such terms.