Chapter 8

She waited outside, wanting to be the first to know who the corpse belonged to.

Her phone rang. It was Ivan. "I miss you like hell, Ruthy. Can you come and see me?"

He was slurring a little. It seemed he was drunk.

"I'm at work now," Ruth said patiently.

"Can you bear to leave me be, Ruthy? Don't you love me anymore?" he pleaded.

Ruth frowned at that. Then, she said, "Stay where you are. I'll be right there!"

She hung up and headed to the motel. Ivan had sent her the location.

Less than half an hour later, she arrived in the motel room. Ivan looked drunk. He staggered to Ruth, wanting to kiss her.

I saw the lecherous look on his face and wanted nothing more than to kill him. However, I couldn't do anything to him in my current state. All I could do was cover my ears and shut my eyes as I stood in the corner.

After they were done, Ivan fell into a drunken stupor. Ruth got out of bed and quickly got dressed. Before leaving, she turned to look at Ivan. There was a scar o