Chapter 7: Chapter 7

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<html><head></head><body>After Julian was taken away, I was also sent to the hospital. I had been injected with drugs and had to endure the withdrawal on my own to recover. During my hospital stay, Zoey came to see me. She is actually my late husband’s sister. She looked at me with deep concern in her eyes. "You insisted on putting yourself in danger," she said. "You almost let him destroy you." I smiled weakly. "If I hadn’t done this, I would never have been able to send him to prison." For over a year, I had been planning my revenge. I knew Julian was a psychopath and a clever man. His family also had strong connections. If I had taken him to court, I would have lost. So I carefully crafted a revenge plan. I tailored every detail to match Julian’s personality. I kept my name unchanged on purpose so he would recognize me. I wanted him to let his guard down. I wanted him to think I was acting alone. At the same time, Zoey deliberately seduced him. She acted as a spy in his home. That’s how I was the first to know when he was released from police custody. I immediately formed a new plan. I quickly notified the police officer that Julian was coming to harm me. Without evidence, we couldn’t call the police right away. So the officer waited outside my door under the guise of being a friend. As soon as Julian confessed to all the murders, she quickly called her colleagues. They arrested him and took him to prison. "Thank you, Zoey," I said. "Without you, I could never have sent Julian to prison alone." She held my hand, her eyes red. "Family doesn’t need to thank family, Olivia." "My brother is gone, and it hurts me too." "Putting Julian behind bars was my wish as well." "So you don’t have to thank me." "Alright," I said. "From now on, let’s run a business together." She nodded. "Okay." After being discharged from the hospital, I looked up at the blue sky and breathed a long sigh of relief. Finally, I had fulfilled my goal of over a year. Ethan, can you see me? Just then, the police officer walked over to me. She told me Julian had been sentenced to death. "I heard he’s gone insane in prison," she said. "He keeps muttering about not wanting to die." Hearing this, I felt a chill of fear. "Is he faking insanity to avoid execution?" The officer smiled. "I suspected that from the beginning." "But the police aren’t fools." "We had doctors examine him." "He was indeed pretending." "His execution will be carried out immediately, tomorrow." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Officer." Dealing with someone like Julian really required strategy. The next day, Zoey and I went to the prison. We requested to see Julian one last time. I wanted to taunt him before his death. I wanted him to know that women are not to be underestimated. When he saw Zoey and me, his eyes widened in shock. He could hardly believe it. "Zoey," he stammered, "you’re with her?" Zoey smiled faintly. "Of course." "Did you really think it was your charm that drew me to you?" "Julian, you’re ugly, obese, and a psychopath." "No one could ever love you." He gritted his teeth in rage. "After everything I did for you," he snarled, "I want to know why!" "Because I’m Ethan’s sister," Zoey said. "Olivia and I spent over a year preparing to send you to prison." Her words shattered Julian completely. He was arrogant and mentally unstable. He never expected to be outsmarted by two women. He clenched his fists and glared at us furiously. "Just you wait," he hissed. "If there’s a next life, I’ll make sure both of you die!" "You won’t have a next life," I said softly. I looked straight into his eyes. "After all the evil you’ve done, do you really think you deserve another chance?" "You’re going to hell, Julian." After I spoke, he completely lost control. He slammed his fist against the glass. A guard rushed over and tasered him. In the end, he was dragged away, eyes filled with hatred and resentment. Zoey and I smiled at each other. Then we packed our bags and prepared to return to our hometown. There, we opened a small eatery together. We lived fulfilling lives every day. I could take care of my two children every day. </body></html>