The Divorce Prescription

If that was the case, Ewan would make sure Declan disappeared from this world forever!

A black van came to a stop at the edge of a cliff. The men in black stepped out, and moments later, Ewan approached.

"Mr. Ewan, we brought Declan just like you ordered."

Ewan walked to the van and peered inside. Declan was slumped against the seat, his body drenched in blood.

He had already been bleeding nonstop from the stab wound in his abdomen, and now, with another knife driven through his heart, his clothes were completely soaked in red.

His face was ashen, and his eyes were dull and unfocused. When he saw Ewan, his lips parted slightly as if struggling to form words. "It's... you?"

Ewan let out a cold chuckle. "That's right. Don't blame me, Declan. You brought this on yourself. Did you really think someone like you could ever be with Hailey? You're not worthy of Hailey. She belongs to me!"

Declan laughed coldly. "Hailey... will never... love you."

Ewan's expression turned grim as he replied, "She only likes you for your looks. What do you think will happen once those are gone?"

One of the men stepped forward and handed Ewan a small glass bottle. "Be careful, Mr. Ewan. This acid burns on contact."

Ewan took the bottle, twisted off the cap, and flung the liquid onto Declan's face without hesitation.

Declan screamed as his entire body convulsed in agony. The acid seared his skin, eating away at his flesh until his face was a mangled, bloody mess.

had dared to compete with him for the title of the most handsome. Now, he was trying

nobody like him had no right to be his rival. He had overestimated himself. "Mr. Ewan, wipe your hands," one of the men said, offering him a

hands. With a smirk, he looked at Declan and said, "Just accept your fate, Declan. Don't worry. Hailey will forget you soon enough. From now on, she'll be with

to crawl toward him, but his body was

moment, he couldn't move

in black and ordered, "Push the car off the cliff.

men nodded.

started the van, shut the doors, and

van plummeted down the cliffside, crashing with a deafening

tossed the handkerchief onto the

Declan was finally dead.

Hailey would slowly accept

...

reading in her room when a sudden sharp pain

knife was digging into her heart, as if

unbearable emptiness made

rushed over. She asked anxiously,

her chest as she replied, "Aileen,

know

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