Chapter 46 lawyer wife

His wife asked to leave him, but not because of another man. "I don't want to be a housewife anymore," she said. "Times are different, so maybe we'll see each other again." So she moved into a bachelor pad on the edge of town. The whole incident left him devastated.She actually left him like this, and walked in an extremely chic way.To his dismay even more, he even got down on his knees to beg her, but she was unmoved.No matter how much he compromised, she had no intention of staying.He felt like the peel of a banana she had eaten and thrown into the trash. Thus his love turns to hate, real hatred.You can guess, does he want revenge?There is no answer to this question at all, because he is simply not a confident, assertive, proactive person in life.She left him largely because of this.

He was daydreaming every day, but he couldn't figure out whether he should take revenge. In the wishful thinking that he thought about day and night, his insomnia became more serious. As a result, he tossed and turned at night, woke up often, and had nightmares again and again. At three o'clock in the morning that day, he woke up again, his throat felt cold, and there was a gun pressed against his throat. This time it is no longer a dream. "Stand up and turn on the light." A man's voice. His legs were weak, but he was lifted up by the pistol under his chin. "Go in," the man pushed him into the living room, "I want to have a better look." The man turned on the light and pushed him into the sofa.

He was too scared to breathe.Under the light, he saw a silencer on the barrel of the pistol, which meant that it couldn't be a toy pistol. "Poor thing." The man sneered, "Your sweat can fill a swimming pool. Flying J1 also knows that the cold sweat on his body has already soaked through his nightgown. "Who are you?" He could barely make out his own voice. "A man who's been waiting a long time." Only then did he see who was coming.Tall, pale complexion, light yellow eyes, black hair, long beard trimmed obliquely, like two sharp swords. Judging from his human tone, he felt a strong hatred.But why?

"There must be a misunderstanding," he said, raising his voice an octave. "We don't even know each other!" "Misunderstanding?" The visitor sneered, untied a nylon rope from his waist, and tied his dry wrists tightly.The rope was embedded deep in his flesh.If you want to yell, do as you please! " He knew it would be useless even if he broke his throat.He lived in the suburbs, with no neighbors within half a mile. Someone came and tied his ankles again. "Come on, if you want to start, hurry up and give me a good time." He suddenly said a line often heard in movies.

"It's not that cheap." The visitor said viciously, "I will let you die clearly, but I will never let you die too quickly." His limbs were bound and he was powerless to resist.In fact, even if he wasn't tied up, he didn't resist at all. Not only because the visitor had a gun in his hand, but because he was hesitant and cowardly by nature. He can't even beat his wife. The visitor sat down on the sofa, facing him, put the pistol on the armrest, and crossed his legs. "That's a nice sofa, you're living comfortably. You live in the suburbs, 106 Maple Street" Twenty-Four, Claire, I found you in the phone book.Rest assured, no one saw me coming in, and I promise no one saw me leave either.Now I want to see how you are in pain, and I want you to live like me.For this day, I waited for five years, five years... "" I can't understand what you said, it must be a misunderstanding. "He said.

"Stop doing this." The visitor touched Cheng Liang's pistol with his hand, "Where do you think I have spent the past five years?" He suddenly felt less nervous.He has surrendered, what else can he do? Everything is decided by the other party.At worst, a bullet to the temple, and he might die before the pain comes.It was painful enough for him to be alive. "You and I have never met before, how do I know where you have been for the past five years?" "The devil will believe your words. I have been in prison for five years. It's in the prison upstream. Five years ago, I was charged with robbery with a gun." The visitor said through gritted teeth.

"I still can't understand you," he said. The visitor was extremely popular and laughed. "When I was suffering time in that cold and smelly prison, the only thing that kept me alive was that there was a good woman waiting for me outside. Later, a letter came from Mary, saying that a shrewd and cunning lawyer had come forward Won her divorce. I felt like my head was popping like an old tire. But I also found a reason to live—to see your head blowing out.” "So you found Claire in the phone book?" "Yes, Mr. Lawyer. If you want to use your tongue in front of me, I advise you to save your energy. It was you who helped Mary divorce me, and she remarried, but with her second My husband died in a car accident together. What do you think I am alive?"

The man's hand stopped touching the pistol and grabbed the handle. "You said, how could we be strangers to each other?" "But I also lost my wife," he said. "It's a pity." The visitor said sarcastically.At the same time, slowly raise the pistol. "I want revenge as much as you do," he said. "She laughed at me, raped me, made me kneel on the ground, spat on me, and left me." "I'm glad you know what it's like to be abandoned." The man's pistol was pointed at his two. Qd: Between the eyes. "Her name is Claire!"

The pistol slowly lowered and was pointed at his chest. The visitor looked puzzled. "It's simple," he said. "Claire is a woman's name. She's always on top of me. We're not a marriage—master and slave. I'm not free to connect to the phone, so it's her name in the phone book." — Claire, lawyer." The pistol was fully down. "My wife filed for your wife's divorce," he said, "I've never really heard your name. My name is Crete and I write fiction for a living.If you don't believe me, you can see my ID card. " His limbs were bound and it was difficult to move.He had to tell the man Claire's current address - pistol to the point, how could he resist.

The man left quickly like a black panther in the jungle.He wished he had such a healthy hand.Because that way, he could wriggle faster across the corridor, into the kitchen, and find something to cut the nylon cord.It's been more than thirty minutes since that person left, right? Suddenly, he remembered one thing—he should probably turn to the telephone first, although he was badly bound, but his bound hands could take it off, and find the operator to inform Claire. Yet, as he wriggled toward the phone, he thought again that perhaps it would be quicker to go to the kitchen and cut the cord before making the call.He didn't know what to do, he had to think about it.He wished he was a man of his own accord.

That's why Claire left him. The drive to Claire's apartment was about forty minutes.