I looked up and saw Joyce pulling the dagger out of Dexter's chest.
A large amount of dark purple blood, mixed with bubbles, sprayed out from Dexter's chest, splattering all over Joyce.
As the dagger came free, Dexter, losing an enormous amount of blood, collapsed to the ground, barely clinging to life.
Joyce gritted her teeth, turned her head to glare at me, and began walking toward me step by step with the dagger in her hand.
I looked at Joyce and sneered, "Darling, planning to kill your husband, huh? Come on. Give it a try."
Joyce hesitated.
As my former wife, Joyce knew my capabilities.
Even injured, I could still stab this b***h to death with one strike.
Joyce understood that even if she managed to fatally stab me in the chaos, I would drag her down with me. That thought alone
