Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 28 Torture

When Frida and Sheralyn scanned through the contents of the paper, they instantly paled. In fact, they felt so guilty that they couldn’t even muster a word.

They didn’t expect their attempt to harm Gwendolyn had become the latter’s dirt on them.

Gwendolyn shook her head scornfully upon seeing their reaction. And I thought they were going to put up more of a fight.

With a grin, she urged, “Go smash everything inside before we continue with the next step.”

In a flash, the bodyguards went in to complete their tasks.

Four bodyguards rounded up all the housekeepers inside the garden while the other six started destroying the various objects in the mansion.

Soon, sounds of devastation rang inside the entire building.

The housekeepers huddled together, unwilling to turn their attention toward the sharp, breaking noises.

The noises made Frida apprehensive too.

Sheralyn was cowering in her mother’s embrace when she abruptly recalled something and widened her eyes. “Wait! You can’t destroy the limited LC cosmetics I shipped from Moranta last month!”

Hurriedly, she leaped away from Frida’s embrace and sprinted upstairs to prevent the destruction of her precious cosmetics.

From a distance, the screams and noises of objects breaking apart sounded like an unnerving symphony when mixed together.

Frida dug her fingernails into her palm as she glared at Gwendolyn with resentment, looking as though she wanted to chop the younger woman into thousands of pieces.

For every shattering noise she heard, she felt a cut in her heart because it was the sound of money vanishing into thin air.

However, after decades of living as a rich wife, she refused to bow before Gwendolyn.

Upon stifling her agony, she glowered at Gwendolyn. “You’re a vicious b*tch! Just wait and see! One day, you’ll receive your karmic retribution! I’ll never forgive you!”

Gwendolyn chuckled. “If I’m considered vicious, what do you call the things you did to me in those three years? Unbelievably despicable?”

never deserves to be with my son! All I did was teach you the rules you must abide by after marrying into an affluent family! You were the one who couldn’t handle the pain and wanted a divorce! What does that have

as narcissistic as

she heard Sheralyn cursing

strong. Thus, it was inevitable that patches of purple and red appeared on her wrist and

heart ached as she attempted to snatch her daughter back

terrified. “What are you doing to Sheralyn? I was the one who dispatched those thugs! It has nothing to

lips, grinning. “I told you I’ll make

she paused, a bodyguard brought her a chair. Then, she sat in

kept her word that she would never step foot into the

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you were once my mother–in–law and elder, I’ll let her pay your debt instead.” While

experience at the banquet. Thus, as a chill ran down her spine, she dropped her arrogance and cried out

a bodyguard, she could still speak, so she relentlessly cursed at

scene was made even noisier by

the both of

bodyguards proceeded to stuff the two women’s mouths with cleaning cloths the

the courtyard were their tiny, muffled voices.

shouting signaled the beginning of Gwendolyn’s torture.

everything in the courtyard has been smashed to pieces by my bodyguards, I’ll let those matters go. However, don’t you think I should get some payback for forcing me to kneel in the rain?” She shot a glance

the bodyguard kicked the back of Sheralyn’s knees.

collapsed to the ground, which was covered with tiny

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she fell

didn’t fall to the ground as the bodyguard restrained her. However, from a distance, it appeared as though she

heart so much that she teared up. Despite the cloth

it? Gwendolyn smirked coldly. “While I was your daughter–in–law during those three years, I was

mother, she reflexively clenched her fists to the point of

and gazed at

Because of that, I can’t say my revenge is complete.” She fell into deep thought before her eyes suddenly glinted.

bodyguards executed her request

cowering in the corner of the garden, took in a deep breath when they heard the torture