Chapter 276. Revenge

It was Irtaza who had saved her that day—from herself. Otherwise, she would never have been able to meet her own eyes ever again.

Talking of revenge, she recalled those bloody, devilish eyes that belonged to none other than the man lying near her. Her first week in his mansion after marriage was nothing less than a tour of hell—he had made sure of that. She would cry herself to sleep every night there and pray to never wake up the next day.

She never, in her wildest dreams, thought that Irtaza would turn this cruel toward her.

But after having a taste of betrayal from her beloved as well, she could understand the extent of such vengeful feelings. One feels like someone has ripped their heart and breached their trust. The funny thing is, it never comes from strangers but only from the people you thought were yours—who had your back—just so they could butcher you at the right moment and leave you to die.