After I Died, My Ex-girlfriend Came Back For Revenge

In that moment, deep despair filled Marla's eyes.

I held Stacy's waist and walked out. Because I was afraid that if I looked at her longer, I would not be able to resist telling her that everything was fake, that it was all just a play.

But when I turned around, Marla was tightly holding onto my pants.

"Zac, I won't drag you down, and I can't be without you. Didn't you say before that we would face difficulties together?"

I interrupted her and said in a cold voice, "Marla, do you really think I would love you? If it's not because of your pretty look, I wouldn't be interested in you."

"Also, don't you feel it yourself that is there any difference between you now and a dog?"

I blurted out all the cruel words I could think of.

Marla was trembling all over.

"Marla, do you really like being my dog so much? Will you do whatever I tell you to do?"

On Marla's desperate face, it seemed that she saw the hope and instantly her eyes glittered.

But the words I said afterwards shattered all her hope.

"Kneel in front of us and lick clean Stacy's high heels that had just been dirtied."

There was a trace of stubbornness on Marla's face.

I shouted in my heart, "Please don't."

But it only lasted for a few seconds before Marla was still stubborn stubbornness, and she knelt down directly.

While I was racking my brains to figure out how to stop her from taking the next step, Marla's mother appeared.

She pulled Marla up from the ground, slapped her, and questioned her, "Marla Hawk, what are you doing?'

Marla looked guilty, quickly straightened up, and asked, "Mom, why are you here?"

Marla's mother was so angry that she couldn't catch her breath, "If I didn't come, how would I know that my daughter with my much efforts is being treated like a dog! Come now, go home with me."

She held Marla's hand, wanting to take her away.

But Marla seemed to be stuck on her feet, standing still and refusing to move.

Her mother angrily said, "If you don't come back with me, I will pretend that I never had a daughter like you."

After finishing speaking, she walked straight out, but when he reached the intersection, she was hit and killed by a fatigued truck driver.

Marla rushed out, holding her blood-covered mother, crying heartbreakingly.

And Dion appeared by her side at this moment, like a savior.

He squatted down and hugged Marla, using the gentlest voice to say, "Sorry, I'm late, Marla Hawk."