After the Acid Attack, I Went on a Rampage

The day I went to try on my wedding suit, a stranger stormed into the VIP fitting room and drove a knife into my gut.

"Sleeping with my woman, and you dare wear a suit this expensive?" He ripped my shirt into ribbons with a wild grin and threw sulfuric acid straight at me.

The knife was buried deep in my abdomen. Pain ripped through me as I collapsed.

He yanked my hair, forcing my head up. "Susan Lefebvre is my wife. What the hell are you? Just some filthy side piece hiding in the shadows!"

Blood dripped from my fingertips as the truth sank in. The fiancée I'd loved for seven years had been cheating on me all along.

"What are you staring at?" He sneered. "Even if I kill you, no one can touch me. My wife runs this city!"

Watching that arrogant face twist in triumph, I took out my phone with a trembling, blood-soaked hand and dialed my sister.

"Allison," I said, my voice cold and calm. "Come pick me up at the bridal salon. And tell the Lefebvres that the engagement is off."

When I hung up, the expensive suit on my back was already eaten through by acid.

My skin burned like hellfire. The stench of chemicals mixed with blood and rot as yellowish fluid oozed from my wounds.

I glared at the man in front of me, hatred so fierce it could have burned through him.

Onlookers formed a ring of phones and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Serves him right for stealing from Milo!"

Milo Austin pointed at my nose and spat, "You piece of trash! Still pretending, huh? You think calling someone's gonna save you? The Tucker family? Never heard of them. I'm calling the police now and have you attested."

Blood streamed between my fingers as I clutched my abdomen. My vision swam, the world fading in and out.

Looking at the group of henchmen behind him, I regretted not bringing my bodyguards with me that day.

I glanced around, desperate for rescue, but everyone just watched, whispering and smirking. Grinding my teeth, I forced myself to stand. My eyes locked on Milo—cold, bloodshot, murderous.

"I don't care who you think you are," I said. "I'll say it once. I am Barney Tucker from Dorilholt! Leave now or face the consequences!"

Enraged by my defiance, he kicked me hard in the gut, right where the knife had gone in. "What a joke! You think I'm scared of you? I'm Milo, Susan Lefebvre's husband. You're just a nobody who talks too much."

Pain exploded through me as the wound tore open again. Blood poured down my torso, but I barely felt it anymore.

His words kept echoing in my head. He claimed that he was Susan's husband. Then what was I?

I looked at his smug face and smiled bitterly as realization hit me. Susan had cheated on me.

The woman I'd loved since childhood, the one chosen by both our families, my fiancée of seven years, had been sleeping with someone else behind my back.

I swallowed the rage boiling in my chest and hissed through clenched teeth, "Milo, right? You're going to drive me to the hospital and call Susan over!"

He froze, staring at me like I was insane.

I glared back, my voice turning to steel. "If something happens to me, my family won't let you off the hook. Susan will be buried with you!"

Silence settled in, broken by Milo's wild laughter. He grabbed my hair again, slamming my head into the floor.

"What a big tone!" he scoffed. "You think you can order me around? Even if I kill you right here, no one can touch me. The Lefebvres run this city."

My skull rang as blood blurred my vision. He ground his heel into my wound, twisting cruelly. Pain and despair crashed over me in waves.

Just then, a screech came over as a matte-black luxury car roared up to the glass doors.

Relief flickered through the agony. I looked up at Milo and sneered, "I told you, I'm a Tucker. My sister is here. Prepare yourself!"