Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad)
Chapter 1075

Chapter 1075

The woman replied, "What other reason is there? We women don't disdain our men for not having much abilities. But we cannot accept infidelity!"

Fia lowered her head.

Indeed, all women who were serious would not stand dirt in the relationship and would not accept infidelity.

Even emotional infidelity was not acceptable.

And he, Conrad, had already "cheated" one too many times!

She was really stupid!

To have given him chance after chance, believing him again and again!

Even though they knew each other from a young age, clearly that was not enough to know a person!

"Miss, we've arrived at the northern suburbs."

"Alright." Fia opened the car door and got off. She stepped on a pebble and stumbled.

The woman looked at her, saying, "If you are also facing the same as I was, remember to be brave and face it. You'll make it through."

Fia waved at the lady. "Thank you."

Thinking about the couple of hundreds she had just stuffed into her bag, the woman continued, "No matter what, there is still someone who cares about you!"

Fia nodded gently, not wanting a stranger to worry about her.

After the woman drove away, she walked step by step, searching for a direction.

A mental image of Conrad appeared in her mind.

Would he try to explain and argue his way out?

He probably would. After all, she did not end up like he or Esme wished, ruined or killed. They would most likely pretend to be good people and try to gain her trust once more. Then in the future, they would replace another chance to catch her off guard.

"Ah!" She held her head with both her hands. Just thinking of it made her feel miserable.

Nearby, the man wearing sunglasses followed behind in a car.

Seeing her like this, he quickly drove past her, and threw out something through the window.

With a crisp clang, a black box landed in front of her.

She looked at the car that roared away, squatted down, and picked the box up. Inside was an exquisite dagger, the knife very sharp and exhibiting a chilling light.

She grabbed the hilt of the dagger tightly. The hatred in her heart spread out.

If they died, there would no longer be anyone who would use her, harm her, or hurt her! She no longer had family, nor any care in the world. What was there to be afraid of? She lowered her hand, her wide sleeve covering it and hiding the dagger in her

grasp.

The northern suburbs also had a bridge, which was aptly named the Northern Suburb Bridge.

The river beneath the Northern Suburb Bridge was not as gentle as River Fane which was on the eastern side, and flowed faster.

She stood on the bridge and felt the cold wind. It was so cold that she was shivering, yet it was nothing compared to the bone chilling cold in her heart.

"After the Northern Suburb River is River Fane. I wonder if the water would be as cold as the water of River Fane?"

Her heart and body were all too cold. It was as if they could both shut down.

"Fia"!

The emergency brakes of a car could be heard and Fia turned around immediately.

Conrad opened the car door and wanted to run toward her at the first instant he got.

However, seeing her like this. He almost couldn't stand steadily and was suddenly very afraid.

"Hehehe..."

Fia suddenly started laughing eerily.

The bridal gown on her body was almost ripped to nothing and the torn pieces were flying about madly in the wind. The hair on her head was in the same condition. She limped toward him barefooted.

Her legs were red and swollen. The places she walked passed left behind her bloody footprints.

Her once bright eyes were now dark.

The small face that once smiled so brilliantly was now deathly pale and filled with hatred.

"Fia, what happened to you?" Conrad asked, his heart aching, as he mustered his courage to run toward her.

"I'm sorry, Fia. I'm late. Did you suffer a lot?"

He stretched out his arms, wanting to bring her into his embrace, wanting to comfort her.

His hand was very close to touching her when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen!

"...Fia."

He lowered his head to look, and his amber eyes slowly reddened.

It was not shock or astonishment, nor was it resentment or blame, just deep sorrow and pain.

What did his Fia experience, to have become like this?

"I'm sorry. I didn't protect..."

He hadn't even finished his words when the dagger deepened by another inch.