Chapter 25

Clarissa's wrist was wrapped in gauze, with blood stains seeping through the center of the gauze. Layla knew this tactic all too well. Years ago, Clarissa had repeatedly used the same wrist-slitting ploy to keep Seth by her side. Eventually, Seth had asked Layla for a divorce just to stop Clarissa from self-harming. What Layla didn't expect was that even after four years, Clarissa's pitiful act, poorly executed as ever, could still convince Seth. It seemed true love truly made exceptions. Layla shot a glance at Clarissa before abruptly grabbing her wrist and squeezing it hard. "Ah!" Clarissa screamed as sharp pain radiated from her wound. The bloodstain on the gauze grew visibly larger by the second. "Layla! How dare you hurt me? Seth will never let you get away with this!" Clarissa yelled, her voice shrill with pain. Layla's lips curled into a sinister smile. She said, "Since you admitted to hurting me, wouldn't it be rude of me not to return the favor? Think of it as paying