Chapter 77

Lucille had been with Paul for so many years, of course, she knew Paul wouldn't let her go so easily.

She wasn't surprised, nor angry, nor agitated.

Her gaze followed the injured part of his body, and then she let out a sarcastic smile.

"Bitch!" Paul was infuriated by her smile, the more he looked at Lucille's face, the more he wanted to tear her apart.

Just as he was about to sit up, a heart-wrenching pain shot through his lower body.

Paul suddenly thought of a brilliant plan.

Since Lucille could disgust him, he could disgust her too.

He wouldn't divorce her, and after finding someone else and establishing a relationship, he would then abandon Lucille!

He would disgust her and torment her every day.

After all, she was the one who was anxious, not him.

Thinking of this, a smile tugged at the corner of Paul's lips, and his gaze at Lucille became less sharp, more calm, and his furious state instantly returned to normal.

"Honey, you care so much about me, how could I bear to divorce you? If you have the guts, you can go down with me, kill me, and go to jail, otherwise, don't think you can escape from me! Even if you die, you'll be buried with me!" After saying this, he lay back on the bed, humming a tune nonchalantly, looking like he was determined to fight Lucille to the end.

Lucille's nails dug deeply into her flesh, and she thought 'Bad man! How could I have been so blind to fall for someone like Paul back then?'

Paul even wanted to trap her for decades. The way he was now was like a different person from when they were together a few years ago. When he liked her, he was the most gentle and understanding man in the world.

He thought of everything thoroughly.

He thought of almost everything more comprehensively than she did, no matter what happened, he would shield her from the wind and rain.

But now, Every argument was relentless. Every time they pointed at each other and cursed each other's parents.

Lucille couldn't even think about it anymore, tears welled up in her eyes, and the pain seemed to corrode her insides.

It turned out that time could really change a person or a relationship.

Lucille suppressed her urge to cry, sniffed, and gave Paul a somewhat sweet smile. "Honey, If you don't want a divorce, then we won't divorce. You know, we've known each other for so long, and I suddenly realized that I don't even know your colleagues. Since we're going to live well together in the future, let's do it right. You should bring your colleagues home for dinner sometime, so I can get to know them and feel a bit more secure."

"Security? You're married to me and you still feel insecure? Hmm?" Now, every word Lucille said seemed premeditated to Paul.

She was saying this now just to threaten him into divorcing her.

"Do you want to meet my colleagues to spread our family issues to the company? Do you think you're not embarrassing enough? Hmm?"

"Embarrassing?" Lucille almost wanted to laugh, but she held back."

Paul's public image, once disguised, had to be maintained to the end.

Lucille added, "I married you far away for so-called true love, don't listen to my parents, lives alone in your familiar city, not only don't get your love but instead gets beaten and kicked by you. Wow, thinking about it, I am indeed very embarrassed."

"And oh." Lucille's gaze fell on his dick again. "Oh, right, are you afraid of your sexual dysfunction being exposed?"

Paul was furious.

He angrily got up from the bed, yanked out the needle from the back of his hand, and pointed at Lucille, cursing. "Try it! If you dare to spread this about me, I'll drag you down with me even if I die! Bitch!"

Paul was really angry, veins bulging on his face.

The whole ward echoed with his unpleasant roars.

The few people nearby didn't try to intervene, cautiously looking in their direction, as if watching a show.

Lucille remembered Zoey's advice, looking at Paul going crazy without changing her expression.

Paul cursed for a while and got tired, no one responded to him, and he got even angrier after venting his emotions alone.

But Lucille didn't respond to him at all, and he gradually calmed down.

They had lived together for so many years, Lucille wasn't the kind of woman who would exploit others' weaknesses, she just wanted to use this to threaten him into divorcing her.

If he fell for it now, there would be no way out. He must not lose his composure.

The most important thing was, that even if Lucille wanted to spread it, she would have to bear the responsibility for slandering someone's privacy.

Lucille, was a divorced woman with a criminal record. Wouldn't it be even harder for her to find a marriage partner in the future?

What he could think of, Lucille must have thought of too.

Paul thought he was so smart, and Lucille was no match for him at all.

He lay back on the bed, as if nothing had happened. "But if you want to go, go ahead, I won't stop you." Lucille didn't even know his company, did she think she could go to the police station to check his records?

Lucille was just waiting for him to say this.

After recording, she took out her phone, looked at it, and mentioned the name of the receptionist, Janna Day, on Facebook.

Paul felt a bad premonition hearing this familiar Facebook name.

"How, how did you know Janna's Facebook account?" He suddenly sat up, surprised.

"Isn't it to better understand you, my dear? Before I came, I even went to your company, and the girls there were so enthusiastic. Knowing I was your wife, they all added me on Facebook."

Paul comforted himself, thinking it didn't matter that they added her on Facebook. Who would get involved in someone else's marital issues? Everyone had their own problems.

Paul sneered. "So what? Do you think others will get involved in our family issues? How stupid."

Lucille guessed Paul was shameless, but she didn't expect him to be stupid too.

"You're right, no one would get involved in someone else's issues, but our human has the ability to empathize, just like how watching a movie evokes similar feelings in about seventy to eighty percent of people," Lucille explained, then chuckled. "Do you think a girl seeing me being abused would empathize with me?"

Saying this, she sent all the evidence in her hand to Paul.

Paul glanced at the photos on the phone, all showing the injuries on Lucille's body from his beatings.

Paul's hand trembled involuntarily, and he wondered why Lucille had become like this.

Not only were there previous abuse photos, but also a video from last night, a full version.