My Devil Husband

Caleb died, holding Grace's photo, in a bathtub full of blood.

Carl grabbed Grace by the neck and snapped, 'Grace, are you happy now?'

Grace smiled with a pale face： 'I am happy. I am so happy that I finally don't have to marry a fool...'

The fool gave her his heart, clumsily pleased and carefully spoiled her.

Ha…The only person who cared about her was dead. Of course she was happy. How could she be unhappy about that?

'You ruthless bitch!'

Carl slapped her hard with his hand, and the cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, eager to cut her to pieces.

But she laughed louder and louder.

He had an angular face, brilliant eyes like the Milky Way and thin lips like cut by the knives. The man who wanted to kill her, was the man she loved deeply for five years.

Those warm big hands once held her tightly in his arms and he gave her a promise for the rest of her life.

But now, he packaged her as a gift and sent her to the bed of his youngest uncle of low intelligence with his own hands. She escaped and became an evil murderer.

She explained and defended, but he didn't believe it.

He put her into the cold and damp basement and beat her hard with a thick whip. Now she was all wounded and dying, but he still refused to let her go.

'Grace, I will not let you die like this!'

He bent down to grab her arm and dragged her roughly into the bathroom.

'You are really dirty. Caleb likes clean women. I want you to wash yourself and give you to him. He likes you. Even if he died, you must marry him!'

She was thrown into the bathtub violently and her clothes were torn to pieces.

He pulled down the shower head and washed her over and over again with cold water. Her body was already a mass of bruises. The wounds were blown open by the cold water and she broke out in a cold sweat in pain.

'I will not marry him, Carl. I would rather die than marry a dead man!'

She grabbed the razor on the bath table and cut her wrist.

The next second, Carl's cold voice sounded.

'Grace, if you are dead, I will let Lily be buried with you.'

'What do you want to do? Don't hurt my mother!'

Her hand holding the razor quivered slightly and she almost shouted aloud. Lily was her only soft spot and she could not let Lily have an accident.

'Grace, if you obey me, I will continue to let Lily lie in the hospital to survive, otherwise, she will die worse than you!'

He smiled, but his tone was as cold as ice.

Grace knew he could do such things.

Afraid, she knelt in front of him and begged him in a low voice, 'No, Carl, don't hurt my mother.'

Lily was originally a rich and powerful lady, but she was framed and injured. She has been lying in the hospital for ten years. She was already very pitiful. Grayson didn't care about her, she couldn't leave her alone.

'Now you know to give in? It's late.'

The cold water hit her face vigorously. She was pressed on the bathtub by his hand and suffering. She saw her long hair in the water swinging like seaweed.

She clenched the blade in her hand, and blood dripped down her hand and dyed the whole bathtub red.

'Carl, you will regret it.'

She was passing out and the blood was flowing into like stream, but she smiled poignantly.