My Supermodel Wife

Trisa was not stupid. On the contrary, she was wicked smart.

Over the years, she had spent so long living under the supervision of everyone in the Irwan family, she deeply understood the consequences of telling everything.

But her children had nothing to do with it. No matter how cruel Trisa was, she couldn\'t allow her two sons to bear her sin.

Trisa\'s faint gaze fell out the room\'s window.

The sky outside seemed gloomy, as if reflecting what was inside her heart, ready to crumble anytime.

She had sacrificed a lot, everything she worked so hard on ended tragically.

If Jean didn\'t take her son hostage, she really would have set foot in the United States with all her secrets.

Trisa knew that she lost, not by her opponent, but by herself.

If she were more cruel and heartless than this, she might not have to suffer such great pain.

Trisa understood better than anyone that every crime she had committed was enough to sentence her to death.

She stood there, crying and laughing from time to time. Her thoughts were like a fog outside the window, drifting and finding nowhere to return.

After a while, when Trisa stared at Jean with tears in her eyes, her expression changed slightly as she begged, "Please don\'t hurt my children, they don\'t know anything. I did everything, they were innocent. Please don\'t hurt them!"

The sight was so ironic.

She didn\'t hesitate to hurt other people\'s children, but now she begged them not to hurt her children.

Everything that happened in this life had a cause and effect.

Trisa\'s simple request had no trace of arrogance.

Bu the man said nothing, only slightly lowered his eyelids.

"After Leila came back, did she ever see you?" This was a question that had never been asked before, and it was Richard who asked it.

Some time ago, Leila came to the Irwan family\'s house, but she was rejected.

Now that he thought about it, Richard shouldn\'t have rejected her. He should have secured her back and interrogated her carefully.

At twenty-four years old, opening your mouth was tantamount to putting your life at stake. Even if Trisa corrupted her, how could she possibly deserve to be back in the Irwan family?

Trisa blinked, and when she saw Richard\'s indistinct appearance, she calmed her emotions and nodded slowly. "I met her, she asked me to help arrange the sale of the property. Later, she said that she had other plans but she did not discuss it with me. After getting the money, she left without giving any more news."

"That girl ... she is the cruelest person I\'ve ever known. Mellisa, I advise you to stay away, you are not her opponent. I\'m nowhere near safe, I know my time has come. Now I only ask you one thing. I did everything and it\'s my fault. But my children are children of the Irwan family…" She lowered her head, muttering.

"No matter what I did in the past, they have absolutely no idea what I have done. I\'m just asking you this one, please let them live peacefully overseas. Also... please don\'t tell them about me. If they ask about me, please say I died in an accident."

In the end, Trisa\'s desperate eyes fell on Simon.

The woman waited nervously, hoping for an answer that would make her die in peace.

But in the end, she only saw Simon close his eyes and wave his hand.

Trisa didn\'t get the promise she wanted, she lowered her head with a sad face then closed her eyes and smiled silently.

She said all that should and should not be said.

She also looked relieved. Even though she was still crying, her eyes gradually cleared up. Deep inside, she could feel that her beauty and extraordinary intelligence was wasted by what she\'d done twenty years ago.

Before Trisa was taken away, Mellisa asked the last question, "When I got into a car accident five years ago, who saved me?"

Trisa looked at her calmly and shook her head slowly. "I don\'t know. I asked my friend from the underground casino to arrange for your car accident. They all happily took the job, and I always thought you were dead, looking from the identical corpse that resembled you. If you find that person in the future, don\'t forget to tell me. I also want to know who has betrayed me."

...

Ten minutes later, Trisa was brought out of the waiting room by a guard.

Before she left, she looked deeply at Richard without saying anything. There was only relief gradually condensing in the depths of her eyes.

She spent her youth admiring him, wishing she could be his destined life partner. Trisa missed her supposedly beautiful life.

But things didn\'t go her way, and so she destroyed herself and the entire Irwan family.

On her way back to the detention room with her hands handcuffed, Trisa looked at the corridor through the window for one last time before the weight of shame and pain dragged her down.

Now a question remained for her to wonder for the rest of her life.

Was it all worth it?

Her two sons still didn\'t know how crazy she was.

She really hoped that they would not find out. Having a mother with such a disgraceful life like hers would only make them embarrassed.

Trisa\'s steps were very slow, the drug she was addicted to had slowly numbed her nerves for a long time, making her body start to tremble and her tears continue to stream.

The two guards around her still urged her to walk quickly, but Trisa laughed dryly and cried as she smiled.

Suddenly…

There was a loud sound in the corridor behind her.

They looked back and saw Randell running out of the waiting room.

In the middle of the corridor, an iron fence blocked his steps.

"Trisa, Trisa!" Randell was stupid, but all his thoughts were on Trisa.

He really loved Trisa since he first married her.

"Why are you lying? What you said just now isn\'t true, right! I refuse to believe what you said just now!" Randell was standing in front of the iron fence, his eyes burning red and he was shaking his grip on it.

His voice was extremely loud, his choked scream echoed down the corridor.

Trisa just stood there, staring at the man.

In fact, they hadn\'t treated each other like normal husband and wife for the past few years. It was only this day that she discovered Randell\'s hair on his temples had been tinted with frost.

Trisa raised her hand and wiped her tears, pretending to be calm and said, "You are back."

She saw Randell rocking the fence like a madman.

She let her hatred grow and kept complaining throughout her life. But in the end, the person she hated the most was the one who stood up for her and loved her the most.

How ironic!

Randell was breathless, struggling like a wounded beast. "Why are you lying?! You didn\'t do those things, did you? Trisa, were you forced to say that? Who the hell—"

His roar was like a pathetic cry, the man with a tall and sturdy build was looking like a stubborn child.

Randell had never had a major storm in his life, not until today.

He was lucky to have been born into the Irwan family, but he was also unlucky.

Suffering an illness in his youth caused part of his nerves to be damaged. Even though his appearance was no different from an ordinary person, he was still a slightly handicapped adult.

He knew he was stupid and he also knew he was a burden, but his wife was very smart, always telling the truth and also teaching him how to behave properly.

The best thing to ever happen in his life was marrying Trisa.

She was very beautiful and charming, his wife was the light in his heart the most dazzling in his life.

In the first half of his life, Randell lived without attention.

But then he lived a beautiful life because he had Trisa by his side.