She Weaponized Our Past and Denied Us a Retreat

Horace sensed the ill intent and refused outright: “I don't play these games!”

But as soon as he took two steps back, the young man who had spoken stood up and slapped him across the face before he could react.

The crowd erupted in loud laughter: “Serves him right for daring to hit Godfery!”

Godfery smiled innocently: “Horace, don't take it personally. It's just a game.”

Amanda, standing beside him, watched coldly, reaching out to spin the bottle again. Her red lips uttered two words: “Continue!”

In that moment, Horace suddenly understood the reason he had been invited.

It turned out that kneeling in the rain wasn't enough!

He had slapped Godfery, and Amanda wanted him to repay it publicly, doubled.

So the spinning wine bottle kept pointing at him.

Ten times in total. When the final slap landed clearly, the bodyguards released their grip on him.

Horace felt a ringing in his ears. He slowly reached up and felt the swelling on his face.

“Amanda, you promised me you’d make me a birthday cake tonight,” Godfery suddenly spoke up.

Amanda smiled faintly and stood up: “Wait here, I’ll go to the kitchen.”

Before leaving, she stared deeply at Horace but said nothing.

As she departed, Godfery no longer wore his earlier gentle expression.

“How are you feeling now, Horace? Do you enjoy getting beaten up?”

But Horace completely ignored his provocation, merely curling his lips into a dismissive smile before standing up and leaving.

He knew this Master, who had just tasted the joy of victory, would certainly follow him—

Sure enough, as he stepped onto the top deck of the yacht, the sound of footsteps echoed behind him.

“Godfery, do you think... you really won?”

Horace suddenly spoke, stopping at the railing and smiling: “Do you know? Amanda said that once your body recovers and she’s repaid your kindness, she’ll kick you out of our house...”

“Shut up!” Godfery had never endured such provocation: “You’re just a lowly caregiver; how dare you be my opponent.”

He stepped forward, but Horace suddenly turned around and grabbed the collar of his custom-made suit.

“That night, was my mother also like that? She merely touched your handmade suit, and you...”

The rest of his words were drowned out by Horace's sobs.

But it was his pain that completely ignited Godfrey's sadistic pleasure: “Yes, you're right. She accidentally touched my clothes and refused to kneel and apologize. Thinking that she was your mother, I had no choice but to teach her a lesson.”

“You don't know how tragic it was to see her with her hands broken and her mouth stuffed, unable to scream.”

“It was the deck under your feet. Her blood flowed into the sea. By the way, I originally intended to break her right leg as well, but she struggled to survive and fell into the sea, which ended up killing her completely...”

His arrogant words made Horace's eyes flash with hatred: “You murderer!”

But Godfery merely laughed carelessly: “So what? Amanda trusts me. She even protected me in court!”

Horace’s grip on his collar tightened unconsciously: “But don’t forget, I’m her husband! Amanda can’t divorce me. As long as I’m alive, I’ll always be her husband!”

His words, spoken one by one, were like a spark igniting Godfery’s anger.

In that moment, he recklessly grabbed Horace by the throat.

The pressure on his neck grew tighter, his face turning red from the suffocation. Horace's words came out broken: “Let go! Are you trying to kill me? I'm telling you, as long as I'm alive, you'll never...”

In that same instant, he was slammed against the railing by Godfrey, the force sending a numbing shock through his back. The wedding ring on his ring finger slipped off.

As he struggled, Horace's upper body leaned over the railing, losing his balance, and he plummeted straight down from the third floor.

The second-floor banquet was bustling with activity, and the laughter drowned out the sound of his fall into the sea.

As the icy seawater seeped into his lungs, he oddly felt a warmth.

This seawater was where his mother had once existed.

So he wouldn’t cry, nor would he fear.

As he slowly closed his eyes, the second button of his black suit flashed a faint red glow.

There was a hidden camera inside.

The truths submerged in the sea would eventually be exposed to the light of day—