Send You all Stars in the Sky Chapter 17: The Bride is Dead

Grace shouted to push him away, but he squeezed her neck like crazy and tortured her severely.

He was very strong when he was drunk. She tried her best and could not break free from him.

She could only stand on the sofa feebly and let him brutally destroy her.

Glittering and translucent tears, disappointingly along her canthus big drops fell down.

At the moment of kissing her tears, the man's body shook and pushed her away like a dream.

Her back hit the tea table and she broke out in a cold sweat.

However, she looked up at him stubbornly and said with a wry smile, "Carl, what can you do to let me go? Even if I really killed Caleb, five years of torture is not enough? Now, I just want to live, is it that difficult?"

Hearing her words, he stared at her with eyes as deep as ancient wells and sneered, "Grace, do you just want me to let you go?"

"Yes." She was dazed and nodded affirmatively.

"But you clearly said that if there was a misunderstanding between us, you would rather pester me to death than let me let you go."

For an instant, Grace was frozen in place.

Ten years ago, I didn't think he still remembered a word.

But she was only 17 years old that year. Because of a misunderstanding, she hid in the room and cried all night. Then a week later, he came to find her. She threw herself into his arms crying and said that she would rather pester him to death than let him ignore her.

At that time, she was simple and stupid, but felt that the week without him was extremely painful, so she thought that as long as she could stay with him, even if she was tortured to death by him, it would be better than losing him.

But now the reality of Chiguo tells her that it is better than anything to live safely.

So she fell to her knees in front of him, bit her lip and said, "Carl, if what I said in those days made you misunderstand, then I apologize like you. Now I just beg you not to come to me again, just beg you... stay away from me."

"Ha ha." He smiled sarcastically and his eyes flashed with an imperceptible pain. "So Grace, do you regret it?"

"Yes, I regret it." She kept her head down and her voice was very low. "Carl, if I had known that I would have been tortured like this by you, ten years ago I would have preferred not to know you."

Oh.

His heart, unexpectedly severely hurt.

"Good, very good." He fell back a few steps and sneered, "In this case, I wish you and Mason a happy and long wedding."

"Thank you." She did not dare to look up and her voice was horribly hoarse.

"See you later." Leaving this sentence behind, he turned around and stumbled away.

Grace slumped on the sofa with a sigh of relief.

However, I do not know why the tears have been flowing wildly.

For five years, she dreamed that Carl would let her go, but now he is really willing to let her go. Why is her heart still so painful?

She seems to be quite melodramatic.

But at that moment, she suddenly understood those who would rather be tortured to death by love than let go, because some people, once you let go, will disappear forever.

Those who love to the extreme will understand that life without him is more painful than survival.

… …

It seldom snows in Romantic city, but on the wedding day of Grace and Mason, the sky was fluttering and it snowed heavily all day.

It seems that today is destined to be an extraordinary day.

Grace, dressed in a white wedding dress, stood at the gate of the resplendent hall, allowing snowflakes to fall on her and merge with her white wedding dress.

The hall was buzzing and bustling, and everyone was congratulating Mr Mason on his happy wedding.

But no one came to bless her.

She had no relatives or friends, and standing there was also a complete joke.

Even Carl, for the first time, did not disturb her wedding.

She is extremely lonely.

"It's time for the bride to enter." With the MC's reminder, Grace recovered, lifted his skirt and walked slowly towards the stage.

When passing backstage, Rose, who was dressed up to attend, suddenly took her hand and stuffed a note into her hand.

She gave Rose a puzzled look and lowered her head to open the note.

The note clearly said, "The car is at the back door. It is still too late to leave."

Just when she was wondering, her cell phone rang and Carl actually sent her a text message.

He said: "Grace, I have found the real killer of Caleb. Come and find me."

Behind the short message is a location.

For an instant, she was overjoyed.

He found the killer! She can finally prove her innocence! She finally stopped being a murderer!

Mason on the stage waved gently to her, but she tore off the veil, took off her poor high heels and rushed frantically towards the back door.

The car arranged by Rose was already waiting. As soon as she got on the bus, the car ran all the way and threw her to the gate of an old factory in the suburbs.

This is where Carl located her.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Despite the cold, Grace ran towards the figure standing at the door.

The whirring cold wind blew up her white skirt and messed up her long carefully woven hair, but she ran with a smile at the corners of her eyes and full of joy, like a down-and-out bride, who finally found her groom.

Carl, I'm coming. I'm looking for you.

Great, I have endured five years of injustice and can finally wash it away.

"Carl." She shouted with joy at the figure in the heavy snow.

"Grace, you die!" But there was a cruel voice in my ear.

The next second, a sharp Swiss army knife was severely inserted into Grace's lower abdomen.

Bright red blood dyed her white wedding dress red, and she slowly fell to the ground like a broken butterfly.

She grabbed the trousers in front of her and stared at those cruel eyes. Tears poured down.

She choked back the pain and said with a weak wry smile: "Why do you... do this to me... do you have to die... to be happy?"

"Yes, I just want you to die! You die to me!"

With a fierce roar, the knife was inserted into her body one after another.

She broke out in a cold sweat with pain. Bright red blood flowed down her body in big drops. Her tears finally couldn't help flowing down.

"The murderer of Caleb... who is it..." Her voice has been weak to the extreme.

"Want to know? Then you go to hell and ask!"

The sharp knife was raised high and poked into her heart.