Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341

From the beginning, Anathea’s one and only wish was to be reunited with her parents. Even if it meant living the most ordinary, uneventful life, she would’ve been perfectly content.

“End it?”

Gregory suddenly let out a laugh. His deep, dark gaze locked onto Her, as if trying to drag her into an endless abyss. “Anathea, do you really think it’s over?”

Anathea frowned. His voice echoed in her mind like a curse.

“You dare bring up divorce with me now just because you cleared your father’s name and think you’ve got nothing left to worry

about.

“But let me make one thing clear–if I could let Adam get out of prison, I could send him right back in just as easily. Even if I can’t do that, then I’ll just take care of him myself right on the spot”

Anathea’s pupils shrank, clenching her fingers so hard they turned white.

Gregory was gripping the broken glass, letting the shards stab into his palm. Blood poured out, trailing down his arm and staining his sleeve a deep red. But he didn’t seem to feel any pain. Instead, the smile on his face only grew darker.

The words coming out of his mouth were like those of a blood–soaked demon, sending chills down Anathea’s spine.

“You can try right now and see which will happen faster–you walking away or me having someone get rid of him. He’s getting released this afternoon, isn’t he?

“What perfect weather. With rain like this, ambushing someone is easy. I can just have him stabbed. Even if someone sees it, the rain will wash the blood right off the knife.”

“Gregory, you’re a monster!” Anathea’s eyes were bloodshot. He was threatening her, using her father’s life as leverage. He was determined to crush any thought she had of leaving.

She’d been holding it in for far too long. This time, she couldn’t control herself anymore. She reached into her bag and pulled out the knife she’d hidden there long ago. “Then I’ll make you die with him!”

Gregory froze for a second, but he didn’t even try to dodge.

Yet, just before the knife struck him, Anathea stopped.

“Why did you stop?” Gregory asked.

Anathea didn’t answer. She just glared at him with pure fury in her eyes.

It was because she didn’t want to become like him–a monster who hurt others.

Gregory suddenly smiled, and his tone carried a sickening gentleness. “Annie, being soft–hearted is a bad thing.”

Before Anathea could react, he grabbed her hand–along with the knife–and thrust it right into his abdomen.

The sound of the knife piercing through fabric and flesh echoed.

Anathea’s breath caught in her throat. Warm blood gushed from his body, soaking her hand.

“Are you insane?” she shouted tremblingly.

“I am!” Gregory’s face twisted in pain. His eyes reddened, and his voice was hoarse and broken. “I went insane the moment you said you didn’t love me, that you’re leaving me!”

Every night, he was haunted by nightmares. He dreamed of his dearest friends accusing him, asking why he hadn’t avenged them and why he hadn’t dragged the killer to hell.

Chapter 341

Those memories surfaced in his mind repeatedly and mercilessly, never letting him forget.

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But now, he could even forgive his enemies. In the depths of the night, he could kneel before his friends‘ spirits and offer up his

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