My $10M Supercar, Her Pink Cat Nest Chapter 10

My $10M Supercar, Her Pink Cat Nest Chapter 10 What They Deserved

In the end, security “escorted” Fiona Lane out of the Bennett Group building.

She left in total disgrace.

As for Conrad, whenever night fell and he faced his broken company and cold, empty home alone, he began thinking about the past uncontrollably.

The days before our divorce.

He remembered me staying up late with him, helping him handle company matters big and small, silently supporting him through his hardest times.

He remembered the open attacks and hidden traps I had blocked for him.

He remembered the road I had paved under his feet.

He remembered the way I used to look at him, my eyes full of warmth and support.

The care he had once taken for granted now seemed unbearably precious.

Regret spread through his heart like poison weeds,

He began trying to win me back.

He asked around and found the clubs, restaurants, and golf courses I often visited.

Again and again, he created “chance encounters.”

He dressed carefully.

His eyes carried testing hope and desperate pleading.

I did not respond once.

His begging stirred nothing in me.

Spilled water could not be gathered back.

A broken mirror could not be made whole.

Some people, once missed, were simply gone.

After his repeated attempts failed, Conrad’s pride and dignity shattered completely.

He started drinking to numb himself.

He often got blackout drunk alone in bars.

One night, Conrad once again drank himself senseless and collapsed into a booth in the corner of a bar.

Through his blurred vision, he seemed to see a hateful yet familiar figure.

It was Fiona Lane.

She no longer looked delicate and polished like before.

She wore cheap clothes. Her face was dull and worn. But her eyes carried a sick kind of excitement and hatred.

While Conrad was barely conscious, she took him to a cheap motel nearby.

The next morning, Conrad woke in a strange room.

When he saw Fiona lying naked beside him, he broke down.

He roared and slapped her hard, then cursed her viciously.

“Fiona Lane, you b!tch! How dare you?”

Fiona did not dodge.

She let blood trickle down from the corner of her mouth.

What appeared on her face was no longer her usual pitiful grievance.

It was a twisted, almost insane smile.

“I’m going to kill you,” Conrad snarled. “I’ll make sure you can never get back up.”

Fiona laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

She laughed so hard tears came out.

“Conrad Bennett, do you think I still care about that?”

“What do you mean?”

Looking at her crazed expression, Conrad felt a powerful unease rise inside him.

“I have good news for you.”

Fiona’s smile grew even stranger.

She suddenly leaned close to him.

“I have AIDS. All thanks to you and Yasmin Sterling.”

Her voice turned sweet and vicious.

“And now, so do you.”

“Conrad Bennett, you’re finished too.”

Conrad went cold all over, as if lightning had struck him.

His mind went completely blank.

As it turned out, after Fiona was kicked out of the company, Mr. Bennett had used his connections to blacklist her across the entire industry to prevent future trouble.

With nowhere left to go, Fiona returned to the kind of nightclubs she used to haunt and went back to selling her body to survive.

By terrible luck, she contracted AIDS.

She blamed all of it on me and Conrad.

She could not find a chance to retaliate against me, so she poured every bit of hatred onto Conrad.

“It was you! You and Yasmin Sterling ruined me! You ruined everything!”

Fiona screamed with a twisted face.

“I’ll make you pay. I’ll make you taste what it feels like to live in he*l!”

Fear, rage, and despair swallowed Conrad in an instant.

He looked at the woman who had destroyed what little remained of his life.

His reason snapped.

He raised his fists and slammed them into Fiona again and again, until she stopped moving completely.

The news spread quickly.

The murder case involving a wealthy CEO shocked the entire country.

In the end, Conrad Bennett was arrested and sent to prison for murder.

When I heard the news, I was standing inside my newly finished riding estate.

Horses ran freely across the wide green field.

I felt nothing.

Conrad Bennett and Fiona Lane’s ending was nothing more than the result of their own choices.

They had earned every bit of it.

The breeze was gentle.

The sunlight was perfect.

The past was over.

My future was still long.