My Boyfriend Fed My Dad to the Wolf For His SecretaryChapter 1
My boyfriend's secretary Shirley Wilson came to our house to get some documents.
She falsely accused my father, Brian Smith, of molesting her and almost violated her.
My boyfriend James Clark was angry and asked someone to dump Brian in the mountains, wanting to starve him for a few days to teach him a lesson.
The wolves came out and tore Brian to pieces and divided up his body.
On the day Brian died, James was gently coaxing Shirley.
I was so angry that I asked James while crying, "Why did you leave my dad in such a dangerous place?"
"How dare you ask me this?" He shouted coldly, "He deceived me for so many years, and I haven't dealt with him yet."
Suddenly, I heard a pitiful sob. "Mr. Clark, I'm fine. Although that old man hurt me, I escaped at the critical moment."
Hearing these words, James got even angrier. He angrily said to me, "If Brian doesn't apologize, I won't let him come back from the mountains!"
I knelt on the ground crying and tremblingly picked up Brian's pocket watch from the pool of blood.
I opened it and saw a photo of me and him.
He smiled kindly in the photo, but I would never see him again.
How could such a kind person end up in such a tragic way?
I handled Brian's funeral and stayed in front of his tombstone for three days.
If I hadn't been with James back then, Brian wouldn't have suffered so much pain, and he wouldn't have been eaten by wolves.
It was raining.
Wiping my tears, I came to James' company like a dead person.
The receptionist told me that he was in an emergency meeting and that only those with an appointment could enter.
I rushed into the meeting room, staring at James and Shirley beside him.
When they saw me, they were both stunned.
I didn't care about anyone else present but just walked up to Shirley and slapped her hard.
"Let's stop here." With a gloomy face, James quickly dismissed other people.
Soon, there were only three of us left in the meeting room.
James frowned and glared at me fiercely. "Today's meeting is important. Why do you make trouble here?"
"Mr. Clark, please calm down." Shirley covered her swollen face and cried, "I must have offended Ms. Smith. It's my fault."
I stared at her coldly. "Why did you slander my dad?"
"I didn't!" Shirley pulled the scarf around her neck, revealing many hickeys.