My Wife Cashed in My Mother's Death

"Tristin! What happened?" Lily rushed over, frantically dabbing the blood from my face with her handkerchief.

The employees lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

Sean pointed a finger at me. "Tristin stole the surveillance footage of that accident where I hit his mom. He just wants to send me to prison. I got so upset that I lashed out and hurt him, and then he screamed at me."

He grew sad right after speaking.

Lily instantly felt bad for him. She shoved me away. "The case is closed! Why can't you just let it go? If you really can't, you could have told me. I never realized you were the kind of person who would stoop to such a vile trick!"

I opened my mouth, but the words died in my throat.

With Sean there, my mere presence was an eyesore to her. What right did I have to expect her to stand up for me?

I let out a hollow laugh and rasped, "I don't want anything from you. I just want a divorce."

Lily's gaze softened for a fraction of a second.

When she started to speak, Sean suddenly let out a sharp cry. "Ah! It hurts so much! Tristin! You're psychotic! You actually smeared poison on me?"

He began to convulse, white foam bubbling at the corners of his mouth.

I froze. "I didn't—"

Before I could even react, a slap cracked across my face. My cheek stung.

I couldn't believe it. Lily had actually hit me because of an accusation Sean made without a shred of proof.

This was the man who had just killed Mom!

The more Sean convulsed on the ground, the angrier Lily's gaze toward me became.

"Force-feed Tristin ten pounds of chili peppers! Maybe that will help him reflect on what he's done!"

My heart skipped a beat.

She knew I was deathly allergic to peppers. Even a tiny amount could trigger a fatal asthma attack.

The employees didn't hesitate. They pinned me down, brutally prying my mouth open to shove the chili peppers inside.

"Lily…" I choked out through the pain.

I watched as she rushed Sean toward an ambulance without a glance back.

Witnessing the scene, one of the employees laughed even more brazenly. "Mr. Clements is the only one who matters to Ms. Peterson. You're out of her league."

Time blurred. My mouth went numb, and I gasped violently for air.

Seeing the onset of the asthma attack, the employees panicked and dropped me.

My phone, lying beside me, buzzed incessantly with provocative messages from Sean.

"I hand-picked those ghost peppers for you. How do they taste? Cross me again, and I'll play with you until you're dead.

"By the way, I killed your mom on purpose. You think Lily doesn't know? She'd let anyone die as long as it makes me happy.

"And that ten million dollars? I had a blast spending it. Maybe next time we can do the same thing with your dad."

I collapsed on the floor in total despair. My vision grew dark, and I didn't even have the strength to call the cops.

But I didn't expect Sean to actually start a live stream. "You didn't think I'd let you off that easily, did you? That would make my 'seizure' a waste of breath."