Sky Full of Stars

Caleb died, holding Grace's photo, in a bloody bathtub.

Carl grabbed Grace by the neck and snapped, "Grace, are you happy now?"

Grace's face was pale and he smiled: "I am happy. I am so happy that I finally don't have to marry a fool..."

The fool, holding a heart in front of her, clumsily pleasing and carefully spoiling.

The only person who cared about her was dead. How could she be happy about that?

"You ruthless bitch!"

Carl slapped her hard with his backhand, and the cold light suddenly appeared in his cold eyes, eager to cut her to pieces.

But she laughed louder and louder.

Cold and clear facial features, brilliant eyes like the Milky Way, thin lips like knives, want to kill her, is the man she loved deeply for five years.

Those warm big hands also held her tightly in their arms and gave her a promise for the rest of her life.

But now, he personally packaged her as a gift and sent it to his brother-in-law's bed with low IQ. She escaped and became an evil murderer.

She explained and defended, but he didn't believe it.

He put her in the cold and damp basement and beat her hard with a thick whip. Now she is all wounded and dying, but he still refuses to let her go.

"Grace, I will not let you die like this!"

He bent down and grabbed her arm and dragged her roughly into the bathroom.

"You are really dirty. Caleb likes clean women. I want you to wash you and give it to him. He likes you. Even if he dies, you must marry him!"

She was thrown into the bathtub and her clothes were torn to pieces.