My Wife Defended Her Father’s Killer

I did not know how to answer him, and I hated that Meg did not believe me.

I could only force a smile. “Luther, Meg’s at work, and she can’t step away.”

I did not know if Luther believed my words. His smile faded a little.

He gestured for me to come closer.

I scooted closer and saw tears in Luther’s eyes.

“Easton, I know that Meg has done you wrong. I know about it. Recently, no matter what time I arrived at your place, Meg would not be home. How busy could she be?”

He was speaking without any difficulties, and his face was a little more flushed.

My heart sank. I knew it was terminal lucidity, and I felt even sadder.

Luther could tell that I was upset. He patted my face with his cold hand and wiped my tears away.

“After I die, no one will help you to teach Meg a lesson. Easton, you’re a good kid. You deserve to be happier. Don’t force yourself into spaces you don’t fit. Divorce her. It’s my fault. I didn’t expect her to be like her mother…”

A tear slid down Luther’s cheek, and his hand faltered and dropped to the bed.

I bit my lower lip, but I still could not control my sobs.

“Luther!”

The monitor indicated that he was flatlining.

I would no longer be able to try his tiramisu.

When I went to his place to pack some of his belongings, I saw a handwritten letter lying on his desk.

It was addressed to me.

I opened the letter. It was then that I realized that Meg’s mother had cheated on him too.

Luther had a hard life. He only started to be happier when Meg found success in life.

He hated disloyal people.

However, he did not expect that his daughter, the person he loved the most and took care of all her life, was corrupted as well.