My Wife Cripple Me, I Went on a Killing Spree

When Kelly led him inside, I immediately noticed the dense cluster of ambiguous red marks beneath her collar.

Suppressing my anger, I asked, "Kelly, where have you been these past nights?"

Kelly instinctively clenched her palms in nervousness.

Then, rubbing her tired temples, she sighed and said, "I've been running around trying to find specialists for your treatment."

Even at this point, she was still making excuses.

I didn’t bother exposing them anymore.

This was her last chance, and in the end, Kelly still didn’t cherish it.

Matthew looked at Kelly with heartache.

"Davis, do you know? You're going to be a father again. You’d better cherish your wife. She's done so much for you. Don't let her exhaust herself."

As he spoke, his face lit up with joy as he gently stroked Kelly’s lower abdomen.

My face turned ashen and my temples throbbed violently.

Was he trying to make me play the fool again? This was beyond humiliating.

Just as I was about to explode, my son brought a bowl of soup to me.

“Dad, Matthew made this nourishing soup for you. He added lots of rare medicinal herbs to help you recover soon.”

“I don’t want to eat it…”

Before I could refuse, my son had already brought the bowl to my lips.

“I said I don’t want to eat it. Do you not understand what I said?”

Furious, I snatched the bowl and hurled it against the wall.

My son was so shocked that he froze, unable to dodge in time. The scalding soup splashed onto him and he burst into tears from the pain.

Suddenly, Kelly's crisp slap landed hard on my face.

The force was so strong that my head buzzed and blood dripped from my nose.

"Davis, is this how a father should act?"

After saying that, she hurriedly took our son away to tend to his burns.

In the now-empty room, only Matthew and I remained. He didn’t even bother pretending anymore.

He casually placed a phone in front of me.

The moment my eyes landed on the screen, my pupils constricted in rage. Scene after scene of unbearable humiliation played before me.

"Davis, do you know who filmed this?" Matthew sneered. "Back then, when those men were tormenting you, your dear wife was standing right there, recording everything. She sold the footage online, one dollar per view. It’s all over the internet now."

My vision burned red as I smashed the phone into pieces.

Matthew chuckled like a devil. "Didn't see enough? Don't worry, I made plenty of copies."

He gave me a meaningful look. "And tell me, Davis, do you really know whose child it is?"

Ignoring my reaction, he continued nonchalantly, "The food has been delicious these past few days, hasn’t it? Well, eat up. I've been feeding you my leftovers. And the best part, it was my own son who fed them to you."

Disgust churned in my stomach and I gagged violently, every hair on my body standing on end. "Matthew, you… you…"

"And do you know where the thing you lost ended up?" He smirked, leaning in close. "That's right… it's with me now!"

That was the last straw.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I jumped out of bed, lunging at him, my hands reaching for his throat.

Who would have thought that Matthew suddenly pulled out a dagger and shoved it into my hand. Then, without hesitation, he slashed himself between the legs.

By the time Kelly and the doctors rushed in, the scene they walked into was me standing there, dazed, holding a bloodstained knife.

Matthew lay weakly on the floor, his lips trembling. "Davis… has gone mad. He wanted to make me just like him, neither man nor monster!"

Kelly didn’t hesitate. She kicked me to the ground before hurrying over to check on Matthew’s injury.

After carefully confirming it wasn’t life-threatening, she finally turned to me, her face filled with fury as I clutched my chest, coughing up blood.

"Davis, how could you be so vicious? Just because you suffered misfortune, you want to drag others down with you?"

I let out a cold laugh. "Wasn't that thing he just cut mine to begin with?"

Kelly's face turned red, then pale. "You’re insane! Completely deranged!"

She turned to the doctors and nurses. "Restrain him before he starts biting like a rabid dog!"

Several doctors restrained me, forcing a sedative into my system.

That night, through the haze of the drug, I heard heavy breathing coming from the room next door.

"Aren’t you afraid your husband will hear? He’s just in the next room."

"Doesn’t that make it even more exciting?"

Dragging my unsteady body, I limped to the door and peered through the gap.

Kelly was kneeling in front of Matthew.

"He cut me," Matthew murmured, his voice laced with feigned weakness. "Why don’t you help me heal?"

Kelly hesitated.

"Use your mouth."

The sounds grew louder.

In the end, Matthew still wasn’t satisfied and he pushed her to the ground.

Shameless.

My eyes were bloodshot. Just as I was about to kick the door open, a hand suddenly covered my mouth and nose, dragging me back to the bed.

The faces of those men etched into my memory, haunting my nightmares endlessly.

"That night, we didn’t have enough fun. How about another round?"

Their voices mixed with the obscene sounds from the next room, sending horrifying images flashing through my mind.

Despair swallowed me whole as I shut my eyes.

Then, the door was kicked open and the entire hospital room was instantly flooded with light.

A squad of international mercenaries surrounded the hospital room in an impenetrable formation.

My father rushed to me, his eyes brimming with tears. He held me tightly, his voice trembling. "Son, I’m sorry I came too late!"