Chapter 218
Myrah's POV
"You're such a damn cold, bloody murderer, you animal," I growled.
With bitter laughter, Melvin laughed. "If he had passed away, I would have been one. However, that bloody fool performed his job poorly. It was meant for your husband to pass away immediately. He was meant to be crushed to bits, ideally beyond recognition. It was supposed to blow up his car and roast his body inside. Thank goodness, his death wasn't intended to be as horrible and upsetting as I had imagined."
I clenched my fist and punched him in the face so hard that I was hurting myself. He spoke so cruelly right in front of me. "Fuck you, Melvin!" I swore, my breath ragged from the roiling rage inside of me. How on earth was he so cold?
Using the back of his hand, Melvin gave me a powerful slap that made me fall back into the chair. Tears spontaneously spilled from my eyes, and my face throbbed with pain. He squeezed my throat with both hands, choking me.
