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A dull pain spread across Vera’s chest. The two scumbags! Wasn’t it enough to kill her and her child? Did Carlos have to come to dance on her gravel 

Vera signaled the well–trained bodyguards to spread out and hide while she walked toward the man she hated with every fiber of her being. 

With each step. Vera’s heart trembled. 

Her eldest child, who should have been as cute as Samuel and Catherine, had died tragically in the tire. 

Vera wanted to rip Carlos into shreds and shove him into the empty grave. Unfortunately, the Moroc family’s bodyguards were standing guard at the foot of the mountain. Her chances of success were slim, and she might even alert them 

“I’ll be soon… On the day I marry Averie, I’ll finally be able to… Carlos was gently caressing the photo on the tombstone when he suddenly sensed someone approaching. 

He turned, piercing Vera with a chilling gaze. 

Vera froze. 

Carlos was as noble and handsome as Vera remembered, though he appeared thinner. The contours of his face had deepened, making him look more manly. His temperament remained unchanged. Carlos was as cold and unapproachable as when he first woke up from his coma years ago. 

Vera had naively thought if she put in enough effort, he would one day return her feelings. However, Carlos was never in love with her. 

After a few seconds, Vera asked, “Excuse me, is this the grave number 0748?” 

The fire had not only almost killed Vera but also ruined her voice. Her voice was now hoarse and more seductive 

“No” Carlos’s voice, still rich and pleasant, was cold. His gaze never left the tombstone 

Vera couldn’t resist looking. She caught sight of the inscription “My Beloved Wife, Vera Monroe nee Flynn etched on the tombstone 

Those words almost blinded her. 

How scheming must Carlos be to erect such a tombstone after burning his wife and children alive? The blood on his hands hadn’t even dried, yer Carlos busied himself setting up such a memorial to make himself appear like a romantic. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“You must love your wife very much, don’t you?” Vera spoke through gritted teeth. 

Carlos’s breath caught. The wound in his heart that had never healed was ruthlessly torn open once again. It hurt so much that he staggered. Even a stranger could tell how much Carlos loved Vera, but he would never be able to say it to Vera. 

Carlos hated himself for not stopping the sudden fire five years ago. If Vera and the other two children were still alive. 

Carlos’s phone rang suddenly, bringing him back to reality. 

The excited voice of his assistant came through the phone. “Mr. Monroe, we’ve finally caught the trail of Dr. Miracle…” 

“Good. I’ll be right back.” Carlos looked deeply at the photo on the tombstone again. “Vera, don’t worry. I will make sure our child is cured. 

Vera watched Carlos’s hurried departure from a hidden spot not far away. “Running off to comfort your beloved?” 

Vera took out her phone and found that Averie’s PR team had successfully suppressed the incident at the airport. There was no word of it online. Only flattering airport photos of Averie were released. 

The entertainment company under the Monroe Group was indeed good at sweeping such scandals under the rug 

It did not matter. The Ford family had built the Hiyon International Airport. Vera not only had scandalous photos of Averie but also evidence of her humiliation from all angles. 

Vera chose one of them and sent it to Averie’s agent’s phone using an encrypted number. [If you want to get the photos back, bring 200 thousand dollars in cash to the cemetery in the south suburb alone or deal with the fallout.] 

Then, Vera whistled. The Ford family’s bodyguards quickly rushed to her side. 

“Do it” With Vera’s onder, the bodyguards took out small handmade explosive devices and destroyed the eyesore of a tombstone. 

They dug up the grave and opened the coffin inside. The red scarf that Vera had knitted for Carlos lay in the coffin. 

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It was the first scarf Vera knitted for a man. She was so clumsy that she accidentally dropped a stitch and made hole. Unfortunately, she realized it only after a few days. Vera kept knitting and unraveling, struggling for months before finally knitting perfect scarf to give to Carlos 

Carlos never wore it. “Such an ugly color. It looks so tacky” He had looked disdainfully at it. Carlos only reluctantly accepted it for the sake of his 

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mother. 

There was another item in the coffin. It was a white wedding dress that Vera had always wanted. It was adorned with thousands of fluorescent diamonds. It sparkled brightly in the sunlight during the day and emitted a beautiful blue fluorescence at night. 

When Vera married Carlos, he was still in a coma, so they didn’t hold a wedding. She only wore a simple white dress and went to his bedroom that day 

After Carlos woke up, the older generation of the Monroe family wanted to hold a belated wedding ceremony for them. Vera immediately set her eyes on that wedding dress, but Carlos mocked her for being fat and said she would never be able to squeeze into it. 

In the same year, Averie publicly criticized the wedding dress. 

It seemed that Carlos stuffed whatever he did not want into her grave 

“Bring the liquor, ordered Veri 

The leader of the bodyguards thought Vera came to the cemetery to mourn someone, so he brought strong liquor. To boule of alcohol and poured it on the scarf and wedding dress. Then she struck a match and threw it into the coffin. 

surprise, Vera took the 

Seeing her once–ardent love and hopes of marriage burnt to ashes, Vera turned around. “Let’s go home.” She paused, then added, “Make arrangements for a double grave.” 

Just wait, Vera thought. 1 will have Averie and Carlos lying in the graves of their own making, literally: 

Vera’s car drove past the car belonging to Averie’s manager when she left the cemetery. 

The agent was sly and had come with several cars of personnel, ready to catch the blackmailer. However, Vera only wanted to play a trick on Averie. After all, Vera had dug up her own grave and ruined Carlos’s devoted image. Someone had to take the blame. 

No one was more suitable for it than Averie. 

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