My path of revenge

chapter 5

Derek restrained his urge to slap Celia and said to her, "Do you think I'm a fool? Am I blind?"

Before Celia could speak, I used my last strength to say one last thing to Derek.

"Derek, I really regret liking you, and I regret marrying you. In the next life, I must not meet you!"

After saying that, my breathing stopped, and my heartbeat was gone.

I wanted Derek to witness this scene personally, to plant a seed of guilt in his heart, to then carry out the perfect revenge against him.

Derek knelt by the bedside in a panic, holding me, his eyes slightly red.

"Joyce, don't trick me, I know you're tricking me, wake up, okay? I will learn to love you."

Celia was already terrified, her eyes lifeless.

Walter quickly came in from outside, pulling Derek's hands that were holding my body.

Derek refused to let go, "Where are you taking her? She is my wife; you have no right to take her away."

Walter coldly said to Derek, "She has passed away, and besides, you and Joyce are already divorced. I promised Joyce before her death to handle her affairs, so please let go."

No matter how much Walter said, Derek wouldn't let go.

"If you insist on not letting go, then don't blame me for being rude."

Walter raised his hand and waved, and the bodyguards outside came in, forcibly dragging Derek away.

Then Walter took me to another place, a place where Derek wouldn't find.

Yes, I didn't die; everything was designed by me to take revenge on Derek, that scum.

I had someone bring a special d**g from abroad, a d**g that can make people appear dead.

So when I took this special d**g, I quickly sent a message to Celia to come over, and I was sure she would come, because she wouldn't miss any opportunity to humiliate me.

When Celia was about to come, I calculated the time to send a message to Derek. If I only sent that I was going to die, Derek would definitely ignore it.

But if Celia was with me, Derek would definitely come to me, fearing that Celia would have any problems with me. So Derek readily agreed to my request.

When Celia entered my room, I began to verbally humiliate her, targeting her pain points. When it was enough, I stopped, and Celia, unable to withstand my humiliation, would inevitably physically harm me.

At this moment, Derek could come in just in time to see this scene, and Celia's image in Derek's heart would collapse, and Derek would harbor doubts about Celia.

Then, I said something to make Derek regret it for a lifetime. And in their presence, I "died."

In this way, Derek would think that it was because Celia hit me that it worsened my condition and accelerated my death.

The final step, let Walter take me away from under the noses of Derek and Celia.

Everything was going perfectly!

I had successfully escaped that suffocating place.

A cold laugh escaped my lips. Derek, Celia, you can regret it slowly! Enjoy the surprise I've prepared for you.

When I was about to take the special d**g, Walter had stopped me, warning me of the side effects, including possible memory loss. I gave a bitter smile. So what? The hurt Derek had inflicted on me far outweighed the risk of potential amnesia. I would rather discard those memories!

However, my revenge on Derek and Celia was not yet fully complete; everything was just beginning. I wanted to witness their punishment with my own eyes.

I uploaded the prepared photos using an anonymous account online. Derek and Celia were both well-known in their respective industries, and it was common knowledge that Derek was married while Celia was single.

So, I posted their private meetings online, they were in hotels, shopping malls, restaurants... Anywhere Derek and Celia were alone together, I uploaded those photos.

They were bound to face condemnation, and their reputations would be tarnished.

As expected, within a day, these photos had surged to the top of the trending list, and Derek and Celia were met with a barrage of online criticism and a***e.

Since the scandal hit the headlines, Celia had tried to get Derek to suppress the trending topic, but his mind was elsewhere.

Whenever Celia and Derek stepped out of their homes, they were surrounded by crowds, both in private and in public, cursing them.

Some even threw garbage at them.

Celia's company was eager to fire her for fear her actions would affect the entire company.

Celia no longer had her usual luster.

I sneered inwardly; don't worry, the best is yet to come!

Now, whenever Celia went out, she was met with a crowd. With no other options, she could only secretly go to Derek at night, asking him to come up with a solution.

Derek wasn't faring much better; he was facing a joint boycott at his company, which decided to revoke his position.

Although Derek had witnessed my death, he couldn't accept it. Since that day, Derek had changed completely. He stopped going to work, stopped courting Celia, and just stared at my photos, talking to himself in my room.

"Joyce, come back and see me, okay?" In the end, Derek couldn't help but laugh bitterly. How could the dead come back to life?