The Woman From Hell

I swallowed my anger and returned to the kitchen to cook another bowl of noodles. When I was done cooking, Tory was also done eating.

I ignored him and took the bowl to the table and sat down to start eating.

The man put down his cutleries and stared at me with great focus while propping up his chin.

I grew uncomfortable under his stare. I took a peep and was just about to say something when I caught him staring at my noodles. I quickly held up my bowl. " Don't push it, Tory. You've had a bowl."

Tory looked at me with a slightly cold and austere gaze. "It's not like I want to eat it." Why was he acting like he still wanted more, then?

Tory got up to leave. I looked at his back and cursed him inwardly.

After filling up my tummy, I cleaned the table and went upstairs.

It had been a day and a night, but Solomon had yet to call back. I wondered if he was making progress with the investigation.

my room and waited by my phone for a while, but I finally

seemed like he was giving me a call

call, I asked anxiously, "How's the investigation

instant reply on the other end of the call, and a bad feeling rose in

"Miss, we found that the man didn't take Mr. Grant away but instead parked not far away and asked Mr. Grant some questions before killing him on the spot. You should take

sudden. Everything around me was spinning. My tears flowed down

on the bed, my

way. He could not be

did not

trap. He wants everyone to think that Theo's dead. He would no doubt have made a lot

I tried to recall, I simply felt that that was not Theo. We had been married for more than a decade. I could never fail to recognize him. Solomon was seemingly helpless,

Mr. Zimmerson

up the phone, my head was still ringing. It was spinning

downstairs to wait