Wife Revenge Wasted

Tormented

A woman propelled her luxury sedan at high speed. The straight and winding path he trabas straight mercilessly. His trembling hands held the wheel tightly. He sobbed all the way, with cold sweat all over his body, recalling the crowd's many questions over Jharna's statement just moments ago.

The woman's red eyes were always on the lookout, watching the rearviews in fear of anyone following her. The woman in a marron dress still did not expect that the woman he had considered dead a year ago, was still fit and talking to him.

The woman's gaze was so cold and sharp at the same time as if giving a message that she would return all her pain. The pale trembling hand also rubbed the face as well as the nape of his neck that bristled because it remembered the incident one year ago. The incident that still haunted him as he fell asleep and made his body tremble.

Reducing her tension, Cheryl lights up a cigarette she keeps on the dashboard. Several times he tried to turn on the lighter, but his fingers always missed, probably because it was soaked by cold sweat.

"AKH SHIT! FUCKIN' SHIT! SHIT!" cheryl snorted that squeezed her cigarette and then she threw it away. He also hit his steering wheel, upset at his failed attempt to finish Anjani off.

"I should have sure if you were really dead, Anjani," muttered the woman, grumbling her teeth in annoyance. His regret grew when he imagined what he would face in the future.

"Son, I shouldn't have suffered like this myself. Andrew must also take responsibility. He forced me to make that woman, so he has to answer. YOU STUPID MAN! MALE BASTARDS!" Cheryl cursed while beating her steering wheel in anger. It felt like he wanted to get to his house immediately and hold Andrew accountable.

The gear lever was Cheryk pull-strong. He also stepped on the gas pedal. He wanted to get to his house and talk to Andrew.

The paved road was rolled up in Cheryl until she arrived at her home within half an hour. He turned his head towards Jharna's house and threw his face while spitting. He kicked the gate open.

"Andrew!!! Andrew!!!" cheryl called for her husband. He opened the door violently and closed it by slamming it. His face was already flushed red, ready to pounce on anyone.

"What the hell are you, screaming obscurely like a madman?!" exclaim Widi who immediately approached Cheryl.

"Stop your old grandma!!" gertak Cheryl pushed Widi until she was pushed and fell on the floor.

"What the hell are you Cheryl?!" Andrew barked back, not accepting his mother being treated harshly.

"What did you say?" Cheryl smiled at her husband. "Think of using your dongo brain, who should be asked anything!!" without hesitation Cheryl mentoyor Andrew's head.

"You bastard!!"

Plaque!!!

A slap landed on Cheryl's cheek until the woman's face turned away. The woman held onto her pain-throbbing cheek with a droplet of blood coming out from the corner of her red lips.

The woman smiled sarcastically and spat out blood mixed with her saliva. If only his head did not turn around because of Andrew's slap, maybe he would immediately reply to the man. He had to stay still for a while to gather his strength.

"So your attitude is Cheryl, don't be like crazy!" Andrew said with great determination.

"Lo's crazy Andrew. Because you all know who Jharna is and what happened to that damn woman. That's what you want huh, asshole?!" Cheryl pushed Andrew's body firmly until her husband took a few steps back.

"I also don't know that Jharna is Anjani!!! You think I'm not surprised? I'm surprised Cheryl too!!" snapping Andrew while holding both of Cheryl's arms tightly.

"Yes, if you want to do something at least use your brain stupid!" with the cynical Cheryl chimed in.

Andrew opened his mouth to speak. "Diem! Mending you shut the fuck up!" Cheryl warned me.

"Rather than a lot of nonsense, mending now you think you're using your empty brain, what should we do? Hire a hit man to kill the woman or poison her to death?" Cheryl's round eyes glared sharply, as if all of her colors were turning black full of fear cloaked in evil.

"Don't be reckless Cheryl, I don't want to be a killer. From the beginning who intended to get rid of Anjani was you, not me. You are just using me to achieve your goal, you realize that!!!" andrew did not accept it.

"Oh, so now you're beating me up? you are the one who has freed you from that stupid and disgusting marriage. Manly don't know how to profit!" Cheryl pushed back Andrew's chest in annoyance.

“What should we do now, people are starting to find out who Anjani is and they now know that you are her ex-husband. They will also automatically think that I took you from the hands of the woman who wanted her death. What can we do now huh, WHAT?!” cheryl shouted with her eyes barking once and then brushed her hair violently.

“Ya for a while we avoid people first. We are ready to defend, how come Anjani has no proof, right? He's just an ass. We should contact Carissa immediately to help us.” Widi spoke up, however she did not want her son and daughter-in-law to go to jail. There are toddlers who currently need their protection.

“Tumben you think,” Cheryl began to be able to breathe a sigh of relief. The originally desperate woman could now smile in relief.

“Especially, if there is anything, speak correctly, do not even fight.” Widi gave me advice.

Cheryl was only confused, this time she agreed with Widi's words.

“Yes, what are you waiting for? Call your sister, ask her for help. You can also use the power. Counting the favor because you've been educated,” Cheryl's speech sounds sharper than a knife.

“Stop cursing everyone Cheryl. If you want to ask Carissa for help, at least keep your words and deeds. Don't say and act as nice as you.” Andrew tried to remind me.

“Iya.iya! Contact the child, my head is already sick thinking everything,” Cheryl scrambled her hair that does not itch.

At that time, Andrew immediately contacted his sister. His phone was on and Carissa answered him immediately.

“Can I go home now? There's something I need to talk about,” Andrew said without making small talk.

“Hem,” only that Carissa said before then hang up and set up some files. He had already seen that incredible event on television, where could he possibly have stayed silent, right?