My Ex-Wife Remarried Me novel Chapter 230

All he saw was a splash of crimson.

Before he could process what was going on, the woman in his grasp went limp and fell over.

He froze, unable to comprehend strength of such caliber.

Not only that, she was vicious, too.

Amora targeted an acupoint, which allowed her to break free of his hypnosis.

However, unbeknownst to her, this acupoint was also her Achilles’ heel.

"Amora."

Kane appeared as she collapsed.

He replayed the moment in shock.

In a flurry of movement, he was on his knees, heaving Amora up from the pool of her own blood.

"Amora, can you hear me? Wake up!"

Kane gasped, fighting his raggedy breath to form words.

His greatest fear was becoming a reality.

He called her name over and over again, with each passing repetition diminishing in hope.

Amora was unresponsive to his pleading.

She lay in his arms, blood still spewing unrestrainedly from the gash on her left temple.

"You will be fine."

Kane fought back his tears.

"Nothing will happen to you.Nothing!"

He carried her out of the door to head to a hospital.

As she swayed in the motion of his stride, Amora's delicate rhinestone hairpiece fell from her wound and shattered in the pool of blood.

In an instant, the metal which was tinged with blood stabbed him in the eye.

He stumbled in shock.

Broken images flashed before his mind's eye.

Kane gasped at the pain in his head, as though a long-forgotten memory was being forcefully reopened.

He staggered and fell to his knees.

"It was you! The man she was referring to was you!"

The psychologist did not move.

He stood paralyzed at the realization that his deception was no longer effective.

"It was a genetic defect that caused schizophrenia.Of course it would be different from him.The lie you told yourself about your split personality; didn't he do the same thing? Was it blood? A knife? Are you...a murderer?"

He was unafraid, having already given up all hope of escaping.

However, seeing Kane on his knees, he stepped forward slowly, with a joyous and maniacal glint in his eyes, like Columbus had when he beheld the New World for the first time.