Triumph Of My Cheating Husband - Chapter 86

Triumph Of My Cheating Husband Chapter 86 Chapter 86 Sep 18, 2024 Ciara walked into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting a circle of light in the center of the room. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. She knew what she had to do. "Hello, uncles." She said, her voice cold and level.

"I'm glad you could both make it to this level, we have a lot to discuss, but it doesn't matter anymore -I'll make it a brief talk." "What do you want from us?" Brandon asked, his voice trembling slightly, but Ferdinand remained silent, his eyes fixed on the floor. Ciara regarded them both with a steely gaze. "You had us suffered enough, what else do you want?" "I want you to pay for what you did." She lilted, her voice hard as steel.

"You both deserve to be punished for your crimes -if you are lucky, you will survive the process." "You can't do this to us, Ciara!" Ferdinand protested, finally finding his voice. "We're family! We made a mistake, but you can't take the law into your hands like this." Ciara's eyes flashed with anger. "You're right, I can't take the law into my hands." She said, her voice low and dangerous. "But I can make sure you're both brought to justice, you're not going to get away with what you did." Ferdinand and Brandon's voice seized, already knowing the conversation wouldn't yield any better.

She has her mind made up already -she will not back down until they end up in six feet like her parents. Ferdinand paled, and Uncle Brandon's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for a way out, but there was no escape. Ciara had them cornered, and they knew it; they will have to face whatever she throws at them. "-and as for Uncle Kent." Ciara continued, her icy tone remaining the same. "I'll be paying him a visit soon; not soon -it's today. He'll get what's coming to him, just like the two of you." Brandon began to tremble, his eyes wide with fear.

"Please, Ciara, don't go to Kent." He pleaded, his lips quivering. "He's not well, he's in the hospital! You can't do this to him, you can't!" Ciara stared at him, her expression stoic and hard. "I have to." She said, her voice cold and firm. "He's just as guilty as the two of you. He's not getting away with what he did." "But he's sick!" Uncle Brandon cried in despair, his heart sinking deep into his stomach. "You can't do this to a sick man!" "I'm afraid I can, and I will." Ciara replied, unmoved by his pleas. "I won't be swayed by sentimentality or pity.