Chapter 15 The Betrayal
I walked over and bent slightly to help him up.
Without warning, he grabbed my wrist and shoved me hard toward the cliff.
"You go die too!"
Caught completely off guard, my body pitched forward instantly.
I was about to smash into pieces below.
In that split second, I desperately reached out and caught a jutting rock.
"Ye Wangbai," I looked up at him in terror, voice trembling, "why?"
He had already stood up from the ground.
His movements were swift and steady. Not a trace of weakness.
He walked right up to me and looked down.
He sneered. "Tang Xi, stop pretending at this point."
"Pretending what?"
"You already knew about me and Song Mei, didn't you?
All this time your attitude toward me changed so much.
You thought you hid it well? I noticed everything long ago.
I never figured out why you insisted on inviting Song Mei along.
But since you wanted to see her, and she kept pestering you every day, demanding I divorce you—fine. I'll just grant both of you your wish!"
So he had known all along that I knew.
No wonder yesterday he flirted with her so brazenly in front of me.
I gritted my teeth and gripped the rock tighter.
"Then why did you ask me to be your witness? Why kill me now?"
He raised an eyebrow and gave a light laugh.
"Of course I lied to you.
How can you trust a woman's words?
Even if you help me now, later—whenever you remember my relationship with her,
whenever you think about how I betrayed you—your jealousy will grow wild.
You'll never trust me again. You'll use this against me forever."
At that point Ye Wangbai crouched down.
He gently placed his hand over mine.
Then he began to pry my fingers open. Forcefully.
"As your husband, let me teach you one last truth.
In this world, only the dead keep secrets.
I'll tell the police you suspected I was having an affair with Song Mei, so you pushed her off the cliff.
During the struggle, you accidentally fell too.
You were the one who bought the Insurance.
You were the one who texted Song Mei to come here.
No cameras. No witnesses.
Even if the police suspect me, they won't have proof.
My dear wife, didn't you say you love me?
Then help me one last time.
Don't worry—in a year, I'll burn plenty of paper money for you and the kids."
With that, he viciously pried open my last two fingers...