I ran out through the back door that connected to the path behind my mansion. As I expected, the iron door was wide open because Fiona had just escaped from the kitchen door. From a distance, I saw the silhouette of her body running unsteadily with twelve-inch heels wrapped around her feet. Fiona heard the sound of my footsteps. She quickened her pace. She thought she could escape from me, but I would not let her escape from me after I married her.
“You think you can escape from me, huh?”
I pulled her hair hard and Fiona screamed in pain. Her body jerked back.
“Let go of me. You damn creepy bastard.”
“You’re my wife. You’ll never escape from me.”
“No, I don’t want to be a murderer’s wife. Let me go.”
I saw something glinting behind her back, and she suddenly swung the knife at me. I
