"By the way, I forgot to tell you that your mother's situation was also caused by me."
Vernon was now like a demon, staring at me with his eyes fixed, "Bitch, you deserve to die, I will never let you go!"
"I should have listened to Tina's words and killed you early on."
Upon hearing this, I slapped him twice.
"You have no chance anymore, don't forget how you treated me."
"I feel it's not worth it to sacrifice my house for you."
After saying the last sentence, I went to the kitchen and turned on the gas cylinder, then walked towards the door.
Vernon was still cursing at me loudly from behind, "Damn bitch, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go..."
Gradually, I couldn't hear his curses anymore, I knew he had passed out by now.
I had already set a fire in the house, waiting for the gas to reach a certain concentration and explode.
Let all of this disappear in the fire.
In the afternoon, while working at the company, I received a message that my house was on fire.
I smiled.
When I arrived home, the house had already become a ruin.
There was a crowd of onlookers around, and I ran forward, knelt on the ground, and cried heartbreakingly.
"Vernon, how could you die? What am I supposed to do alone?"
"Please wake up..."
Someone came forward to comfort me, saying that the dead cannot be brought back to life and I must live well.
But my thought was, "Finally, it's over. I haven't been happy in a long time."
Just when I was feeling pleased in my heart, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"I want to call the police. I suspect there is something suspicious about the death of Stella's husband!"
