Moral-less Scandal

The day her husband annihilated her family and country, Lorena made a resolution. She would die in front of the man who shattered her world—the butcher of everything she held dear.

“You will never decide my fate again.”

Bang!

A single gunshot echoed through the monastery.

* * *

But for some reason, Lorena returned to the past. To the very day when all the tragedies began.

This new life had to be different from the last.

She needed to find a way to save her family and escape from her husband. The answer was divorce—an ugly, scandalous divorce.

“I need a stray dog. To hunt down a hound.”

“Oh…?”

“I’ll start with a one-night affair.”

“You can’t play with fire alone.”

The man who now held the key to her second life smiled dangerously.

“The partner, is it me?”

* * *

Preview:

“We never had a good time together, did we?”

“…”

“So bear with me, as I’ve decided to bear with you.”

While Vaye fastened the safety on his gun, Lorena reached to the side, her fingers searching the desk. Her hand brushed against the cold barrel of another gun, hidden in the open drawer. She had planned for this. The gun was already loaded.

“I refuse.”

On the day she learned of her brother’s death in the newspaper, Lorena realized that returning to Motrel would not give her a normal life. Living in a country where everyone hated her, trapped in the arms of a man who loathed her—such a life would be unbearable. She would rather die.

But she wouldn’t die without purpose. She would die right in front of the man who had massacred her world.

She had imagined this moment a thousand times, and so she was not afraid. She was certain she would return to her family without suffering.

Feeling success within her reach, Lorena spoke joyfully.

“You will never decide my fate again.”

Vaye, who had tossed his own gun aside, felt a chilling sense of foreboding and quickly turned. But Lorena’s finger had already pulled the trigger.

The chamber rotated inside the barrel pressed against her temple.

*Bang.*

A single shot shook the monastery.

The last thing she saw before the light in her world went out was a pair of wine-colored eyes twisted in horror.