Chapter Eighty Two

"Y-you killed her?" I asked, assuming i misheard it or he was just joking.

But this man never really jokes, he doesn't even know how to make one. He says what he says, in all sorts of seriousness. And right now, all i could read in those grey depths is nothing but the truth that sent real goosebumps to me.

"Yes. That day after you left the hotel, i shot her two times in her chest." He proudly answered in a detailed manner. Just how can he do that?

I looked at him in disbelief. I can see no hint of remorse, regret or sympathy on his face. He's confidently staring at my eyes filled with fear and discern shock because no matter how the world turned upside down, his expression

"W-why? I mean, how? It was definite that you two were having sex on that fucking dirty bed, with her naked body next to your toplessness! It was crystal clear to me and your reactions as i caught you... is still here with me," confused and heartbroken, i paused. "Or maybe you're lying to-" he didn't even let me fi