Chapter 3My Wife's Redemption

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

This time, Vanessa brought Charlie with her.

Though Charlie had been arrogant when he came to the old house five years ago, he was now frail and weak.

Vanessa looked at him tenderly, helping him out of the car and into a wheelchair.

She even carefully draped a thin blanket over him, her eyes filled with concern.

Vanessa reserved all her gentleness for Charlie.

In contrast, all she ever showed me was coldness and impatience.

Howard and I waited at the entrance early, though no one could see me.

When Vanessa saw that no one was behind Howard, she suppressed her anger and said, "Seeing Charlie so weak, how can Sheldon be so heartless as to not help his own brother?

"Mr. Douglas, if you just let Sheldon come out, and he's willing to match with Charlie, I'll build roads for your village and improve the villagers' living conditions.

"Also, I'll take Sheldon back and let him continue living a life of luxury as my husband.

"As for that bastard, I'll treat her as my own daughter."

Vanessa thought she had made a huge concession.

If we didn't toe the line, she wouldn't let it slide.

However, Howard still didn't give her the answer she wanted.

"Ms. Fitzgerald, after Sheldon returned to the old house five years ago, he was constantly harassed by local thugs.

"I'm not sure exactly how he died.

"When I realized he was missing, I mobilized the whole village to search for him. We found his battered body in the mountains.

"I buried his body and laid him to rest at the back of the mountain. If you don't believe me, go and take a look."

Vanessa let out a bitter laugh, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Are you still lying to me?

"If he were truly dead, how could that little bastard have grown up?"

Howard looked embarrassed and let out a deep sigh. "Even if Sheldon suddenly died, we couldn't just ignore Evelyn, could we?"

Upon hearing this, a flash of surprise and viciousness passed through Charlie's eyes.

Charlie knew exactly how I had died.

That day, I asked my daughter to stay at Howard's place. I planned to go out and look for a job to support myself and my daughter.

As soon as I stepped outside, Charlie arrived with three men.

Before I could react, Charlie had them cover my mouth and nose, drag me into the house, and pin me down.

Charlie began punching and kicking me relentlessly.

Still unsatisfied, he stomped on my fingers with his foot.

I cried out in pain.

"Sheldon, you scum!

"Why did you get to marry Vanessa just because you were born first?

"Vanessa loves me more!"

I struggled to look up at Charlie, wanting to say something.

But Charlie seemed determined to vent all his rage on me. He slammed my head against the wall repeatedly.

I tried to protect myself, but my arms were pinned down by his men.

Finally, I lay on the ground, barely alive.

Charlie leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Just the thought of you sleeping with Vanessa and her giving birth to a child for you makes me hate you to the core, my brother!

"Since you dared to steal my woman, even if you're my brother, you must die!

"Sheldon, weren't you so arrogant before? People said you had a thing for guys. Let me give you a gift, and you'll like it."

As soon as Charlie finished speaking, the three men began to roughly tear at my clothes and brutally humiliate me.

I had no idea how many times they did it before I lost my breath.

After I died, I watched helplessly as Charlie ordered the others to throw me into the mountains.

The wheel of justice might turn slowly, but it would turn.

So, five years after my death, Charlie's retribution arrived.

The only brother who could save him was killed by his own hands.

He knew that no matter what Vanessa did, it was futile. I could never come back to see her.