The Abandoned Wife

Cory's face was clouded over with disdain. "Obviously, I'm taking a picture of my lovely ex-boss. Aubree was the one who made me who I am today. How can I possibly forgive her so easily?" As he spoke, an ominous aura radiated from him as if he were a devil from hell. There was an imminent chill in the air that seemed to come from his sheer hatred toward Aubree. Frieda couldn't help but shudder at his demeanor.

"Have you gone insane? The Pearson family is already in ruins. How are you still not satisfied yet?"

Cory snickered. "I won't be satisfied until she truly gets what she deserves. Besides, she did this to herself!"

He narrowed his eyes and began scrutinizing the people in front of him.

"You don't have to play pretend around me, Ms. Queen. Don't you want to shut her up for good too? In fact, you're probably still getting threatened by her, right?"

Frieda's eyelids quivered as she forced herself to look away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She might have done her best to play it off, but she had faltered for a little bit too long for Cory to miss it.

He scoffed, "You have no idea what sort of life I've been living for the past few days. Aubree's the one I'm after right now, so you better not get in my way. If not, I'm not afraid to drag you down with me. I only have one life left to live, and if anyone pisses me off, I'll make sure they pay."

down her spine and found herself at a loss

his phone

figure, she began

he was limping. One of his

suddenly popped

was really captured by those

had never experienced it herself, but she knew how ruthless those people

to imagine the torture Cory must have gone through

was curious about how he

hates Aubree so

his prime getting reduced to such a

had fallen so far from grace that she couldn't help but wonder if she

I can't become

bag and hurried out of the

to quickly come up with a plan

out of the bar, Cory continued limping with difficulty into a small alley. He was drenched in sweat even after such