My Wife’s Cruel Secret and My Sister’s Death Chapter 03

My Wife’s Cruel Secret and My Sister’s Death Chapter 03 The Last Trace Of Love
Claire froze for a second.
Then she laughed with contempt.
“Seren? She wanted me stuck in this wheelchair forever. Lucas already showed me the surgical plan. He was the one treating me behind the scenes all this time.”
Lucas’s eyes instantly filled with hurt.
“Rhys, think whatever you want about me. But don’t lie to Claire just to turn her against me.”
I glared at him.
“Lucas, swear it. Swear that if you’ve told even one lie, you’ll die a horrible death.”
The sudden slap rang out, loud and clear in the quiet room.
Claire grabbed my swollen cheek and squeezed hard.
“You really can’t stand to see me happy, can you?”
Her eyes were full of disgust.
“You and Seren were exactly the same. Selfish. Shallow. Always looking down on everyone else.”
She ordered the guards to force me to my knees in front of Lucas and make me apologize.
Then she shoved her phone in front of my face.
“You care so much about Seren’s life’s work? Fine. I’ll destroy everything she had left.”
On the screen, Claire uploaded the video of Seren being assaulted.
I begged her to stop it.
She only looked at me coldly.
“Look at her. She looks like she’s enjoying herself, doesn’t she?
“Maybe she wanted it. Maybe she just took it too far and got herself killed.”
Seren’s desperate screams for help filled my ears.
The last trace of love I had for Claire disappeared.
After the video went online, people publicly said they felt sorry for Seren.
In private, they passed the footage around like porn.
I shook so hard I could barely breathe.
Tears poured down my face.
I wished I could tell Seren I was sorry. I had failed her. Even after her death, I had failed to protect her peace.
Later, I lay on an operating table.
Claire touched my face and gave the doctor an order.
“Take the skin from here and graft it onto Lucas’s hand.”
“Mrs. Carter, Mr. Carter is allergic to anesthesia.”
“Then don’t use anesthesia.”
Her voice held no emotion.
“And listen carefully. I don’t care what you have to do. Do not leave a single scar on Lucas’s hand.”
Agony ripped across my cheek until my mind went blurry.
I could faintly feel a blade cutting into my face again and again.
Pain woke me up.
Every inch of my face felt raw, as if someone had scraped it with a knife.
Then I heard Claire scolding someone nearby.
“You ruined his face. How is he supposed to go out in public now?”
Lucas choked back a sob.
“I was just scared you’d leave me. I got so jealous of Rhys that I lost control. I’m sorry. I really am.”
His voice broke.
“If this is what it takes, I’ll cut up my own face right now and make it up to him.”
Claire caught the hand holding the knife.
Her expression softened in helpless affection.
“Enough. I’m not blaming you. Just don’t do it again.”
I staggered toward the mirror.
The smooth face I had known was gone.
Several ugly, jagged scars ran across it.
Something inside me broke.
I grabbed a pair of scissors and rushed at Lucas.
Claire frowned and moved in front of him.
“Rhys is just upset. Don’t take it personally, Lucas.
“I’ll get you the best treatment. Put the scissors down.”
Doctors and nurses crowded around me.
Every one of them protected Lucas.
My eyes burned red.
Then I suddenly laughed like a man who had finally lost his mind.
“Claire, both of you are going to pay for this.”
I was practically falling apart in front of her, and all she did was look annoyed.
“Rhys, stop acting crazy.”
She had someone inject me with a sedative.
As my mind faded, I heard Lucas laughing beside me.
“Rhys, even if I turn you into a monster, Claire still won’t blame me. I’m the one she loves.
“You thought I couldn’t do the surgery just because Seren died?
“Tomorrow, I’ll do it myself. I’ll fix Claire’s legs. Then I’ll ask her to marry me.”