Clara almost let go of me immediately.
She tossed the knife away and fixed her hair, trying to look good for her husband.
A burst of cold laughter almost escaped my mouth if I was not consumed by fear and sadness.
Those photos I sent Matthew had already exposed her true face. I didn’t know why she even bothered to pull up this facade.
When Matthew showed up at the corner, Clara instantly walked forth, stretching her arms for a hug, “Matt, baby…”
Matthew ignored her and walked directly toward me.
The smile on Clara’s face froze.
I was still sitting on the floor. My face was ghostly pale and my clothes were tainted by Aaron’s blood.
Without any hesitation, Matthew came forth, pulled me up, and wrapped me tightly in his arms.
I noticed he was still wearing the same clothes from th
