My Son’s Death: The Murder Plan of My Husband’s First Love

Chapter 9 

There was a strong desire in Tyler’s eyes. 

I knew he was waiting for me to say yes. 

If it were in the past, I would indeed compromise for the sake of this family. 

But now, I just found it ironic. 

“Tyler, don’t you think it’s ridiculous to say this now? Charlie is dead, do you think this is still a family? Is there anything here that I can’t give up easily?” 

Every word I said was like a knife, cutting Tyler. I wanted him to wake up. It was he who destroyed this family with his own hands. 

Tyler still didn’t give up, he continued to plead with red eyes. 

“Wendy, please stay with me. Charlie is already dead. I can’t lose you again. 

“I know that Charlie loved being with you the most when he was alive, and he loved you the most. I can no longer make it up to him, so I want to make up for what I owed him to you. 

“After all, we have spent half of our lives together. Just do it for me and accept all my compensation so that I can feel better, okay?” 

Hearing this, I was so angry that I couldn’t help but sneer and said contemptuously, “Tyler, you think too highly of yourself. 

“Do you think you are worthy of me thinking for you now? 

“Why should I let you, the murderer who killed Charlie, feel better? 

“You should live in guilt and pain for the rest of your life!” 

My words left no room for him. 

After saying that, I passed by Tyler and left without looking back. 

In the past, I lived under the shadow of Tyler. 

His every move, his joys, anger and sorrows, could deeply touch my heart. 

In order to make him happy, I could swallow all the grievances in my heart. 

I could also make any sacrifice and please him in order to alleviate his sadness. 

But now, in my eyes, he was just a murderer who killed Charlie. 

How could a person like him deserve to live comfortably? 

“Wendy…” 

Tyler was deeply hurt by my words. 

He watched me leave but didn’t dare to try to keep me.