Chapter 117


    Devin caught up with Becky in a few steps. He turned to look at her sideways as he asked with a


    smile, “Are you feeling better now?”


    His voice caused Becky to turn and look at him. A smile took its ce on her lips as she said, “Yes,


    I am.”


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    Actually, she wasn’t sad; she just couldn’t swallow her anger.


    But Rory’s conflicted gaze before she left made her feel great.


    Rory and she had been married for three years, but he had never looked her in the eye.


    Every time she had a conflict with Denise and Babette, Rory would ask her to apologize without


    asking about what happened.


    And every time he looked at her, his eyes were cold as ice. Just now, however, when he looked at


    her, his eyes filled with disbelief and anger.


    Becky actually felt happy as she thought of it.


    She knew she had changed. In the past, she had put up with anything if Rory was even a little nice


    to her. But now, she felt that she would be happy when he was unhappy.


    She was no longer willing to submit to such treatment and insults. But it was possible that there


    could be love that caused all this hate.


    Yet, she had to admit that the pleasure of revenge was great.


    Becky couldn’t help butugh at this thought. She looked at Devin with a smile and said, “Thank


    you.”


    If it weren’t for Devin, she wouldn’t have made such a scene tonight.


    Becky’s smile deepened Devin’s own smile.


    They walked up to the car before Becky asked, “Devin, would you mind driving me back?”


    “With pleasure. But…” He paused before continuing, “Would you be interested in doing something


    bad with me?”


    “What bad thing?”


    Becky looked at him with great interest. She never knew why she was always so interested in what


    Devin had to say.


    Devin gave her a mysterious smile, took her hand, and said, “Come with me.”


    Becky didn’t refuse him and followed him instead.


    Devin didn’t go far. He merely took a few steps beforeing to a stop. He turned around and


    looked at her with a smile. “Do you know whose car this is?”


    Becky looked at the license te and raised her eyebrows as she said, “Rory’s.”


    Rory was probably obsessivepulsive, which exined why he had chosen a number that was


    easy to remember. Becky had seen his license te so many times, she could tell it was his at one


    nce.


    “Smart,” Devin said appreciatively.


    He then pulled out a small military knife and handed it to her. “Will you?”


    In high school, Becky had also shed the car tires of people who had annoyed her. She had felt


    great at the time but now, she felt it to be a little childish.


    Becky hadn’t done such a thing in many years, but she was a little tempted when she saw the knife


    in Devin’s hand.


    “Too childish, isn’t it?” Devin said, smiling. He then stabbed the tire with the knife and handed it to


    her. “But it will make you feel great.”


    Becky took the knife and stabbed the tire on the other side.


    Devin was right. It did make her feel great!


    Thinking that one cut was not enough, Becky attacked the tire with full force, stabbing it over and


    over again.


    She then followed Devin back to the car, her heart pounding, before they drove away.


    As they pulled away, Becky smiled as she looked at the car in the rearview mirror.


    Rory deserved it!