The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1244

As Miranda examined Lance from head to toe, her gaze seemed to pierce through him. After a long pause, she merely snorted, "Is that so? I received an interesting video. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

As she spoke, her eyes were full of shame and fury.

Her words make Lance's heart jolt. 'Did she find the sex tape? God…Rachel is a difficult woman. I already had the media ignore her but she still managed to cause me this much trouble by giving the video to my wife, ' he thought with a deep frown. At this point, Lance felt much regret. 'Had I found out her true colors earlier, I wouldn't have even fooled around with her. Now I'm in this shithole.

The first thing I have to do is get Miranda's forgiveness…' he planned.

"Honey, look, it was my fault. We businessmen sometimes have to pretend to flirt with these women on certain occasions. Someone must have gotten me drunk and set me up during my client meeting. You have to believe me," he explained, acting innocent.

In dangerous silence, Miranda merely stared at the look on his face, only feeling disgusted. As she recalled the satisfied expressions and aggressive advances he displayed in the video, fury grew in her heart. She was impatient to pick apart his lies.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? Do you think I'm still an 18-year-old, na?ve, foolish girl? We've been married for years. I know what kind of person you are. Had I known you were a cheater and a coward back then, I wouldn't have married you. Where do you think you'd be if it weren't for me? You're nobody!" she harshly scolded, glaring at him with contempt in her eyes. In her anger, she touched his sore spot.

"Shut up!"

Letting his rage get the better of him, he swung his arm wide and slapped her across the face.

His wife's remark was like a sharp knife that pierced through him, leaving him nothing more than a deflated balloon. It was true—before he married her, he was an ordinary, poor man, and it was a fact that he deeply hated to admit. The anger began to consume him.

"Who the hell do you think you are? I succeeded with my own efforts. You're in no position to judge me. Do you hear me?" he cursed, pointing to her face.

"You bastard! You…you hit me! How dare you!" Miranda cried out, shooting daggers at him with her bloodthirsty eyes. Since she was used to Lance's compliant attitude toward her, his slap completely enraged her.

"Look at yourself. Do you know what you look like? An ill-bred woman. Do you think you're too good for me? Ridiculous. You've gone mad, woman. You're old and ugly now. How can you expect me to be faithful to you? Huh?" he suddenly blurted harsh words. Since Miranda pushed his buttons, he no longer had any intentions of pretending to suck up to her or keeping their marriage together.

"You think I'm mad, huh? I'll show you what a mad woman is capable of! You ungrateful bastard!" she cursed at him and her face distorted with rage. She had gotten carried away, and the only thought on her mind was that she would make her husband pay for what he had done to her.

Going ballistic, she shoved everything off his desk, letting it all fall and clatter to the ground.

Extremely furious, Lance couldn't even utter a word. He dashed forward and grabbed her wrist to stop her from going hysterical. Trying to handle his furious wife, he attempted to howl at her to shut her up but he was afraid that his employees would hear him and realize that he was in the middle of a huge argument with his wife. Meanwhile, Miranda tried to squirm out of his grasp. As he struggled to keep his grip on her, he slapped her hard once again to calm her down.

However, his actions only fueled her anger. Completely hysterical, Miranda didn't hesitate to reach for a vase before she smashed it into Lance's head.

The sound of the vase shattering into pieces echoed throughout the office, bringing Miranda back to her senses. On the ground was Lance as he went into convulsions. His lips quivering, he stared wide-eyed at her in silence.

The panic-stricken woman gaped at her husband, who looked devilish as blood trickled down his head, before she looked down at her own hand in disbelief.

Stooping down, she put her shaking finger under his nose only to find that he was no longer breathing.

"I…I didn't mean it…I never expected this to happen. This is all your fault… You caused your own death, not me! It wasn't my fault! I don't want to go to jail!" Miranda murmured to herself as her whole body shook. All she could do was back away from the body as far as she could without leaving the room. At that moment, terror engulfed her. She had to repeatedly remind herself to stay composed, trying to comfort herself by saying that everything would be fine and that she would find a way out of this mess.