My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 45

Not long after, she became Larry's sworn sister, and Larry had once mentioned that Pamela had saved his life.

But Pamela was cowardly and never visited the war-torn Somalia; in fact, she always looked down on it and belittled it.

I curl my cold fingers, and a ridiculous guess slowly takes shape in my mind.

So that's what happened!

I slump to the ground, crying and laughing at the same time.

A long time later, I wipe away my tears, compose myself, and pick up an unfamiliar phone number.

"I have a ten billion-dollar deal on my hands. Want in?"

"What business?"

"Three days from now, kidnap me."

I gently stroke my stomach. "Larry will pay the ransom willingly."

Just as I hang up, Larry pushes the door open and enters.

He's drunk, stumbling slightly, but still gripping my hand tightly, his vigilance unchanged. "What do you mean I'll pay willingly?"

Without blinking, I reply, "I saw a necklace I like, and they said I need to pay a deposit first."

He laughs and rests his head on my shoulder. "Alright, I'll pay. I'll pay for everything. Pamela, as long as it's something you want, I'll give it to you. I'm yours too."

I expressionlessly help him to bed, cover him with the blanket, and lie beside him, staring at the ceiling through the night.

The next day, on our way to try on wedding dresses, Larry receives a phone call. He hurriedly explains to me, "Wife, a shipment got stuck, and I have to go handle it now."

He holds my hand, his face full of guilt. "I'm sorry, I'll go with you tomorrow to try the wedding dress. I've also booked our life's only pair of wedding rings. Let's go together tomorrow, okay?"

I pull my hand back. "I understand. Go ahead, don't worry. I'll stay home and wait for you."

He squeezes my hand, then leaves as soon as I get out of the car.

Less than ten minutes later, Scott's car arrives.

As soon as I get in, a photo of Pamela is sent to me.

She's wearing the sparkling diamond ring, the wedding dress I had my eye on, and kneeling on a man's lap.

One large hand rests on her pale thigh through the thin fabric of the dress, lips kissing the crescent-shaped birthmark on her right shoulder, eyes filled with desire.

A message follows.

"I can only go on at night when I imagine her as you, Pamela, my good Pamela, I miss you, take care of me, okay?"