Getting My Ex-wife Back

Jacky broke out in cold sweat watching Santiago, but the latter merely caught with his teeth the spiral blade that was about to slash his face.

The other blades were deflected with the retractable stick he held in his hand.

The other person took a step back in shock and said, “That’s impossible.”

Santiago plucked the spiral blade from his mouth and tossed it to the ground. The man’s eyes darted between the ground and Santiago.

“Nothing is impossible. Your biggest mistake was sparing my life. You should have ended me with a single stab the first time you met me.”

“You were the one who bred calamity for the future, and now you’re going to reap what you’ve sown.”

“You’re old and your mind isn’t like what it used to be.”

“In this world, there are a lot of strange and unique weapons, but they’re bound to have their own weaknesses.”

“Today, I’ll show you what real skill is.”

As Santiago spoke, he placed his hand behind his back, then suddenly whipped something out. With two loud bangs, the man opposite him staggered back and fell against the wall. He stiffened before slowly looking down at his chest, where he’d been shot.

He raised his hand to his bloody wound and looked back at Santiago, rasping out, “This is your so-called real skill?”

Santiago laughed in an exceptionally arrogant manner. “You’re indeed a fool now that you’re old. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that all’s fair in war?”

“Why would I be stupid enough to fight you knowing that I didn’t stand a chance?”

“You can rest assured, though. Once you’re dead, I’ll find a way to track your family down and get rid of every single one of them.”

“You… how can you be so vicious at such a young age?”

Santiago laughed like a madman. He walked over to the man and said, “Every man for himself, you know. This is your retribution. If you hadn’t killed anyone, why would someone kill you?”

“Do you think… you’ll end up with a… happy ending?”

“Stop wasting your breath b*tching around and just drop dead already.”

Santiago turned to leave, then turned back again and looked at the man. “Don’t worry about how I’m going to end up. At least I managed to kill you.”

“You…”

The man had a mouthful of blood. Santiago swiftly took a step back, not wanting to be sullied. He put his hands behind his back.

“After you die, I promise I won’t allow even a single bone on your body to be discovered.”

“You won’t have a good end.”

“I’ve never dreamed of going to heaven. Hell’s the place for me, so you don’t need to worry about me.”

“A devil like me can’t possibly go searching for God, can I?”

Santiago turned and strode towards Jacky. This was the first time Jacky had ever felt like Santiago’s aura was more oppressive than Jepherson’s.

Santiago had just come to stop in front of Jacky when the man behind him collapsed to the ground.

He turned to glance at the man and smiled briefly before leaving.

On the other side, Seibert was scared stiff. He had never expected Santiago to be such a terrifying person.

He recalled how Santiago had gone around causing trouble as a child and knew that he was not far from death.

Jacky looked at the dead man and walked over to give him a kick. After confirming that he was dead, he called someone in to take care of the aftermath.

After leaving the basement, Jacky saw Santiago smoking outside.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He asked, “You’re pretty ruthless for someone so young, huh?”

“I would’ve died a long time ago if not for my ruthlessness. He initially wanted to kill me, then changed his mind and decided to torture me when he saw the ferocity in my eyes. He wanted to see how long it’d take for me to beg him for mercy, yet he’s the one that’s dead now.”

“If I were to spare him this time, I’d be the dead one next time.”

Santiago stubbed out his cigarette and got into the car. “I’m going to go shower and repent. It’s my first time, after all.”

After that, he left. Jacky was left standing there, looking a little taken aback. He couldn’t help laughing as he watched the car speed off.

Each generation has a hero and talent of its own.

Jepherson would not be willing to wield to others either.

Raeleigh woke up to Jepherson answering his phone by the window.

He only ended the call when Raeleigh sat up in bed.

He joined her. “You awake?”

“Who were you talking to on the phone?”

It was only four o’clock in the morning.

“Santiago.”

“At this hour? What for?”

“He said he killed someone.”

Raeleigh was taken aback. After a while, she asked, “Are you joking?”

Jepherson was amused. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

Raeleigh shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Jepherson lay down. “I’m going to get some rest. Call me if there’s anything, but don’t wake me up for any phone calls. You can answer it.”

“Then you’re skipping breakfast?”

“Yeah.”

He soon fell asleep. Seeing that it was still early, Raeleigh lay down again but found that she could not fall asleep.

She continued to lie in bed till it was six o’clock, eventually getting up when she couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t help thinking about Santiago.

She headed downstairs and called Santiago. He answered the phone groggily.

“Your brother told me that you killed someone. Is that true?”

She was using the downstairs landline. Santiago cracked open an eye and gave it some thought. “In my dream, yeah. What’s up?”

Raeleigh paused, then hung up abruptly, feeling exasperated.

Santiago put down the phone.

He turned and lay on his back.

Raeleigh headed back upstairs to the bedroom, wanting to throw a pillow at Jepherson. She stopped herself since he was still asleep.

As a result, she forgot all about this by the time Jepherson woke up.

After breakfast, Raeleigh and Jepherson headed to the company. Santiago went there as well.

They had to finetune their plan before the new year, and they didn’t have much time left. However, they had to put everything aside for a meeting.

After the meeting, Raeleigh lay down on the sofa, feeling a little sleepy.

Santiago perused some documents while Jepherson rested his eyes while leaning back in a chair.

The office was exceptionally quiet. Only the sound of Raeleigh’s breathing could be heard.

After a while, Santiago said, “Grandpa called yesterday. He wants us to go back for New Year’s.”

Jepherson slowly opened his eyes. “He called you out of the blue?”

“I guess he’s holding a grudge. Grandma won’t let it go so easily.”

“What did you say when you answered the phone?”

“That I’m not going back.”

“Hmm…”

With her back towards them, Raeleigh opened her eyes. Was it another trap?