My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Raising his eyebrows, Ethan turned around and stood facing Patrick.

The light from outside the door illuminated his profile, but his face was against the light, making it difficult for Patrick to see his expression clearly.

"In a word, yes.

Although all the evidence that you raped my mom has been erased, do you honestly believe you can also erase all the crimes you've committed? The truth should be—and will be—revealed.

My mother is innocent.

It's time for you to take the fall for your sins.

We've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Then, the young man turned around and left.

Patrick watched him walk away in silence.

When Ethan was gone, Patrick raised his head, stared at the ceiling with his turbid eyes, and suddenly burst into manic laughter.

In the end, he lost.

Ethan had won.

The following day, Patrick went to the cemetery to see Sylvia.

He had never been there before.

The cemetery was located in a decent area.

land covered in

was still alive, she liked flowers

not difficult to see why Ethan chosen

lilies in front of her

black and white photograph on the tombstone,

Sylvia's beautiful and gentle smile

in the past, Patrick suddenly found himself

head, wrought

Get on your knees.

needs is your apology." Patrick heard Ethan's cold

humiliated, he squeezed his

ounce of guilt for over twenty years, and now

sorry, Sylvia.

de a terrible mistake.

Patrick had to kneel down in front of the

had been kneeling for over an hour before Ethan

*******

straight to the police department and turned himself

his crime of rape

already arranged for the media

Sylvia, claiming that she had seduced a married man

then, the public had thought lowly

her name was finally cleared and

on the newspaper, Janet

"It's been