After Losing Her, He Went Crazy novel Chapter 9

For a moment, my heart stopped.

Elon had never mentioned me.

The people planned to use these videos to blackmailing Elon and Stacy for endless wealth.

But I wouldn’t give them the chance. If everything was going to burn, we’d burn together.

At the grand wedding, the screen showing the photos flickered.

After the static, a chaotic, panicked face appeared, laughter and cries echoing through the hall.

This was my wedding gift to Stacy—and my backup plan.

The tape from Elon’s safe, with all the perpetrators’ names, was now public.

The room erupted in shock. Stacy’s perfect face twisted as she frantically pushed guests and reporters out.

"Damn it, was it you who did this? Do you want to kill us?"

"Go to hell!"

Rain blurred my vision. I couldn’t see their angry faces, only felt the pain in my abdomen.

The stress and the rain finally made the medication take effect.

Warm liquid trickled down my legs. Pale and weak, I curled up, letting them hit me.

The rope binding me was slowly cut.

When the rope finally snapped, I would fall uncontrollably, crashing into a heap of broken flesh.

On this tiny rooftop, no one would come to rescue me.