Chapter 191 I'm Not Going

Luther let go of her. He took a step back, staring at Natasha, who was collapsed on the floor, her mask ripped away at last. The woman he had once loved—the one who had shone so warmly in his memories—had died long ago. What sat before him now was just an empty shell, stuffed full of jealousy, resentment, and spite. "Where is she?" he asked again. "You want to know, huh? Well, it's too late!" Natasha braced herself against the sofa as she climbed to her feet. Her hair was a mess, her makeup streaked, her entire face twisted out of shape. She pressed on, "Lud, why are you pretending to be so in love with her now? Didn't you hate her, too? Wasn't she a sore spot? I only did what you never had the guts to do!" "Where. Is. She?" Luther was drained of his patience. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. The sudden choke stole her breath; her face flushed scarlet. Still, she laughed so hard that tears streaked from the corners of her eyes as she wheezed. "On a