The Blind Little Husband Chapter 10

Wyatt kicked him away.

"Get lost! Stay away from my master!"

Hatred flashed in Vincent's eyes, but he placed his hope in me.

"Please save me! That bitch Charlotte—I worked like a dog for her, and she never treated me like a person. She actually sold me back to the underground arena, even had those people..."

"When I get out, I'll never let that bitch go!"

I interrupted Vincent, confused.

"Save you? Why would I save you? Isn't it a fact that you betrayed Charlotte? A master punishing a beast slave who betrayed them is allowed by law! You deserve to die!"

Vincent froze, crying out in disbelief.

"But it was you—you said you could help me. Didn't you promise? I'd help you take down Charlotte's family, and you'd save me."

I laughed. Vincent had always been calculating. His sudden naivety was truly uncomfortable.

"Guess why Charlotte suddenly sold you? Who do you think gave her the video of you betraying her?"

Vincent's eyes filled with hatred. He completely lost his mind and lunged at me.

"It was you, you bitch! I never hurt you—why did you hurt me! Bitch, bitch, I'll kill you!"

Unfortunately, Vincent never even touched the hem of my clothes before Wyatt kicked him away again.

Vincent broke down crying.

"What did I do wrong? Bitch, you bitch, why did you hurt me!"

Why?

In my past life, I'd wanted to know why too!

I'd wanted to know why my well-meaning rescue, giving him food and shelter, dignity and connections, had ended with Vincent biting back!

What had Vincent answered then? He'd said I deserved it, that I'd deliberately separated him from Charlotte, that I was the shame in his darkness.

Now, I smiled and answered the Vincent before me.

"Of course you deserved it. I just don't like you, okay? I won't let either you or Charlotte go! Bring in the people I arranged. Give Vincent a good 'welcome'!"

Vincent scrambled up in panic, trying to escape, but was dragged back by dozens of beast slaves in heat and pinned beneath them.

"What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!"

I was confused. What was Vincent struggling for?

Wasn't this his favorite game?

In my past life, when he'd done this to me, his face had been excited. Now that it was his turn, why was he so unwilling?

My vision went dark as Wyatt's palm covered my eyes.

"Don't look. It's filthy!"

Filthy?

But I'd once been the person in that cage. I'd once been the trapped beast fighting for survival, only to be stabbed to death and left to rot in the wilderness.

I insisted on watching with my own eyes how the person who'd killed me in my past life would suffer my revenge in this one.

Since my rebirth at the underground arena and seeing Vincent, I'd been planning this revenge for so long.

Just as I'd cultivated Vincent in my past life, I'd cultivated Wyatt. I gave him status, position, dignity, and connections.

Everything Wyatt possessed, I'd cleverly displayed before Vincent again and again, using it to manipulate and drive a wedge between Vincent and Charlotte's relationship.

The treatment between Wyatt and Vincent—one in heaven, one in hell—had finally step by step lured Vincent into betraying Charlotte.

Their falling out was exactly what I'd expected. Vincent being abandoned was within my calculations.

Why shouldn't I watch?

I pushed Wyatt's hand away and found a quiet place to sit and enjoy this show of Vincent losing himself to numerous beast slaves.

Beside me, Wyatt's expression was dark and unfathomable. I looked at him with amusement.

"What, do you think I'm cruel too?"

Instead, Wyatt gripped my hand tighter.

"Master must have your reasons for doing this. You must hate these people deeply. Next time something like this happens, don't dirty your own hands."

From the pile of beast slaves, Vincent's desperate voice rang out, moving from pleas for help to curses.

"Please, save me, save me! I hate them, I hate... Charlotte, Sophia Foster, you bitches, I'll kill you both!"