After that incident, Mark’s reputation started to decline.
His company’s share price continued to plummet, eventually hitting rock bottom.
Sharon had expected to live a comfortable life after returning to the country, but instead, Mark’s company continued to go
downhill. She wanted to divorce him.
Mark, angry that she had forced me away, locked her in the basement of their house.
It was an open secret in our social circle, though I did not expect Mark to have the guts to lock me away as well.
I had once used the house for storage, and I never imagined I would be trapped there one day.
Mark had gone mad, and his mind was twisted after I publicly humiliated him.
“Claire, you’re just angry because of her, aren’t you?” he asked.
“I’ll take care of her for you, okay?”
Mark stabbed a sharp fruit knife into Sharon’s thigh.
I watched in horror as the blood gushed out and screamed.
“Don’t worry, Claire. I’m here. I’ll protect you!”
Mark rushed over to me, blood dripping all over, holding my head to shield me from the gruesome sight.
“You’re crazy, Mark! Claire will never like you even if you kill me!” Sharon cursed loudly, wishing the knife had been aimed at me
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