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    “That still doesn’t prove they’re over,” Jeffrey insisted.


    Tracy shrugged. “Still don’t believe me? Try this number. The wedding banquet’s been canceled too.”


    Jeffrey dialed the number, and sure enough, the response matched exactly what she had said.


    “Everything I told you is true. I haven’t lied,” Tracy reiterated, her tone unwavering.


    Jeffrey’s hands balled into fists, his veins standing out as his lips quivered. “Fine. Then tell me—when exactly did you two get together?” Tracy calmly gave him a date.


    Jeffrey listened carefully—and then it hit him. “So, you’re saying my sister and Brian ended things peacefully? That’s a lie. The truth is… you destroyed their rtionship.”


    Tracy pretended to be startled. “What?”


    “The day you im you two got together, my sister was still with him. That means… you were the other woman.”


    Just saying those words took nearly all of Jeffrey’s strength.


    Tracy’s expression shifted. “And even if that’s true, what difference does it make? Brian loves me more than anyone. He and I are meant to be together. Your sister? She has nothing—no power, no status. Her father doesn’t care about her, her mother passed away early, and she’s stuck looking after you. Tell me, what kind of man would want a wife like that?”


    “Ugh… ah…” Jeffrey was so overwhelmed with anger that he couldn’t force out a single word. His entire body shook as hot tears streamed down his face. They say that when rage reaches its peak, words be impossible.


    Jeffrey was living proof of that.


    Tracy wasn’t done yet—she wanted to push him over the edge.


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    “Tsk… Look at yourself. You’re pathetic, aplete fool. Honestly, Rachel must be miserable having a brother like you. If I were her, I’d rather end it all than be stuck with such a burden.”


    “Ah…” Jeffrey’s eyes burned with rage, his entire body trembling like a fragile leaf in a storm. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He wanted to fight back, to say something—anything—but his lips trembled too much to form words.


    In the end, all he could do was sob and wail.


    Tracy’s lips curled into a victorious smile as she burst intoughter. In that moment, all Jeffrey could see was Tracy’s face—her wicked, arrogantughter echoing in his mind. If words wouldn’t work, then actions would.


    His eyes darted around the room until theynded on a small knife on the table. Without a second thought, he grabbed it and lunged at Tracy. He had nothing left to lose. If this was the price to make Tracy pay for what she did to his sister, then so be it.


    That was his only thought as he raised the de.


    “Ah! You maniac! Stop! Do you have a death wish?” Tracy screamed, scrambling to get away.


    “You’re right. I don’t want to live anymore,” Jeffrey said, his voice ice-cold. “But before I go, I’ll make sure my sister gets justice. You destroyed her life, and I won’t let you get away with it.” He kepting for her, relentless.


    Tracy’s heart pounded wildly. The gleam of the knife sent chills down her spine.


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