
The Truth About Revenge On Boyfriend
Chapter 3
I picked up the knife in the kitchen and walked out with a cold face full of hatred.
I stopped in front of Bruce's mom and dad.
I raised my hand high.
Blood splattered all over my face the moment I landed.
They deserved it.
After confirming that they were not breathing, I walked slowly to Jenny.
Her skin turned abnormally pink after taking the medicine.
Looking at Jenny, my heart was filled with hatred that I almost lost control of.
How could the accomplice of a murderer live so well?
Tears welled up in my eyes and I raised my hand high.
The next second, her legs left her torso.
The bright red blood spurted out a distance of ten meters, like the most beautiful picture.
Finally, I stopped in front of Bruce.
I had loved this man for ten years, but now I felt nothing but disgust and hatred when I looked at him!
The tip of my knife landed on his hands and feet, leaving an indelible mark on his cheek.
I scratched his shoulder all the way to his wrist.
But it was still not enough.
I wanted to break his chest and see what his heart was made of.
But I didn't have much time.
When the door opened, the neighbor quickly called the police.
I could only try my best to leave traces of sin on him.
Then, I poured myself a glass of water with trembling hands.
I felt thirsty. I had always been thirsty.
But I could not drink water.
Drinking water would only speed up my death.
But it didn't matter now.
At this moment, the police were gathering in the living room to collect evidence. The neighbors outside looked at me through the crack in the door.
I heard some curses.
"I saw her mother-in-law buying vegetables for her in the morning, and she died at noon. Isn't she mad?"
"What have they done wrong? They treated her so well, but the whole family died without an intact body. Only his son is struggling but he might not survive."
Hearing this, the police officers at the door looked at me with eyes that seemed to be coated with poison.
After walking around the room, the leading policeman turned his head and ordered, "Go and check the family information of the suspect. I heard that only her mother is hospitalized. Maybe she knows something."
As soon as he finished speaking, I was lifted up, handcuffed, and got into the police car.
After arriving at the police station, the people sent to the hospital to investigate also came back.
Clearly, he had only received news of my mother's death.
The police officer in charge opened the door of the interrogation room with a serious expression.
"What motive do you have for killing? Why did you do that?"
Hearing his question, I looked up in a daze.
Did we really need a reason to kill someone?
Then why didn't Bruce have a reason?
My consciousness was a little blurry, and my abdomen suddenly ached.
Cold sweat broke out on my forehead in an instant. I gritted my teeth and said, "I will tell you everything, but I must see Bruce first!"
Seeing that I was in a bad state, he frowned and said warily, "Don't play tricks in front of us. It's just a matter of time before we find out your motive. I advise you to cooperate. Maybe your sentence can be reduced."
Hearing this, the person next to him said angrily, "Bro, you don't have to tell these to a murderer. How can such a person understand your kindness?"
The leader stared at my twisted face in pain and said coldly,
"She has been with Bruce for ten years and barely quarreled with him. There must be something wrong between them."
"Do as she says."