Never to Meet Again

Her knees were numb and devoid of feeling, and her body, which had been kneeling all day without a drop of water, was starting to seriously protest. The wound on her calf, mangled by the dogs bite, had already scabbed over, but it was still gruesome and unbearable, sending continuous, stabbing pains through her body that caused Lily Thompson to sway, her face beaded with cold sweat and her lips pale.

She looked up in a daze at the tightly closed door in front of her, a weak, bitter smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Yes, she had been bitten by the dog that her husband Ethan Hunter had asked her to take care of, and she hadnt watched it closely enough to let it run away. To punish Lily, Ethan made her kneel in front of the door for a whole day.

In Ethans eyes, she was less than a dog.

Lily closed her sore eyes, the grievance and heartbreak sticking in her throat, neither up nor down. She originally remembered Ethan expressing his love to her, and to this day, she still remembered the affectionate look in his eyes. Such an excellent and powerful man treated her with such deep feelings, and he was already the male god living in her heart. How could Lily Thompson not fall deeply into it?

However, on the wedding night, all the love turned into clouds of smoke, leaving only scars on the ground.

Her eyes, clouded with worry, became moist with tears. Lily Thompson would never forget in this life that night when Ethan looked at her with a sneer and said those extremely cruel words:

"Is killing an interesting thing?"

His slender eyes no longer saw love, only endless coldness that pierced Lilys heart.

"Curious why I married you? Because I want to do something for Snow. Shes dead, and youre alive, its not fair."

It was not until that night that Lily realized that she had fallen into a trap. From love to marriage, from Ethans meticulous care for himself to the sudden change of attitude, it was all carefully designed by him.

The purpose was to avenge Snow Thompson.

The bitterness in Lilys mouth, the unbearable pain made her weak body even worse, causing a heart-tearing cough that affected the wound on her leg and made her shiver with pain. But such pain could not help but be like a heart pierced by ten thousand arrows, overwhelming her consciousness.

She did not kill Snow Thompson, but what about it?

Ethan did not believe her, he was determined that she was the murderer.

The overcast sky rumbled, and Lily seemed not to hear it, allowing the increasingly cold wind to freeze her body.

"Why, cant hold on anymore?" The patter of raindrops fell, accompanied by a voice of indifference from above. Lily struggled to look up and saw the expressionless, cold-eyed man, who was her beloved husband, Ethan Hunter.

Lily shrank her neck, her face became more and more pale under the cold rain, and her tightly bitten lips gradually oozed blood red.

The polished leather shoes slowly approached Lily, and the man in front of her looked down at her with a cold snort of ridicule: "Tsk, Lily Thompson, you say you dont even have the courage to face me, so how did you have the courage to kill back then?"

Every word was heart-wrenching, and Lily lowered her eyes, allowing the raindrops to slide down her long eyelashes.

Her heart, already riddled with holes, shrank at the moment, her eyes dazed, her lips unconsciously moved a few times.

Every time she saw his indifferent eyes, Lily couldnt help but doubt, did she really kill her sister?

Did she push her under the wheel with her own hands and watch her die miserably?