I stood up. I took off my wedding dress. I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that I had in my suitcase.
“What are you doing?” he asked, confused.
“I’m going,” I said, without looking at him.
“You can’t. We are married. »
I turned around. I looked him in the eye.
“No. We are not. You’re still married to her. This marriage is worth nothing. And you know it. »
He has become livid.
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“I know everything,” I replied. My voice was icy. “I know you killed my father. I know you’ve planned everything. I know you married me for the money. »
He stood up, panicked. Wanted to get closer. I backed off.
“Wait. I can explain… »
“There is nothing to explain. The police have all the evidence. My lawyer handed everything over. In a few hours, they will come to pick you up. »
His face has changed. The arrogance was gone. There was only fear.
“You can’t do that to me,” he whispered.
“It’s already done.”
I took my suitcase. I opened the door.
Before leaving, I turned around one last time.
“I hope it was worth it,” I told her. “Because you’re going to spend the rest of your life paying for what you did to my father.”
And I left.
The end he deserved