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.

was a large plot of land covered in daisies, and the cemetery was surrounded by pine

Sylvia was still alive,

not difficult to see why Ethan chosen this spot as her final

lilies in front

at the black and white photograph on the tombstone,

Sylvia's beautiful and gentle smile

past, Patrick suddenly found himself unable

his head,

Get on your knees.

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

humiliated, he squeezed his eyes

twenty

Sylvia. I

de a terrible mistake.

to you." Patrick had to kneel down in front of the

kneeling for over an hour before Ethan finally allowed him to stand up

*******

cemetery, Patrick went straight to the police department and turned himself

crime of rape

already arranged for the media

Patrick slandered Sylvia, claiming that she had seduced a married man to sleep

the public had thought lowly of

her name was finally cleared and

newspaper,

murmured, "It's been so many