Chapter 274. The Precious Wine

Paul’s heart began to beat fast as he prepared to shoot his ex-wife. A slight sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, and as his hand began to tremble, his confidence faded. He did not know if he could shoot her. His life would be so much easier if he did, though.

He could go back to his normal life, marry Michelle, and have the children that he had always wished he had. But he could also imagine Nancy’s life spilling out through a hole in her chest in front of him, and that disturbed him.

He had wanted to teach her a lesson.

It had never been his intention to kill her, but she had boxed him into a corner, and he did not know how to back out of it without losing face.

“Are you going to shoot me or not?” Nancy mocked him.

“Not,” Paul muttered in defeat as he lowered the rifle. “I will get that dog, though. You just wait and see, and then I will eat him!”

“Hell no!”

“No?” He raised an eyebrow. “If you want to keep him alive, you’ll have to be