The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Why would BeefyBite's husband, who clearly loved her so much, want to kill her? And for an unfamiliar woman too. She didn't believe it, so she wanted to get to the bottom of things. "You might as well ask him yourself," proposed Madison.

Forming a hand seal with one hand, she recited an incantation. Subsequently, there was a flash of light.

"You can ask him now," she said.

BeefyBite asked sadly, "Why do you want to harm me? Why are you so insistent on having me sell the house to her?"

Her husband didn't want to tell her, but his mouth seemed to move of its own accord, causing him to start babbling.

"Of course, it's because I want your money!" he exclaimed. "You won't give me a child, so I could only find another woman who would give me one. If not for you, she wouldn't have killed a woman with her car either.

"That woman's malevolent ghost keeps pestering her. For her and our child's safety, I could only get a mystic arts expert to perform a fate swap, exchanging your fate for hers. This way, that malevolent ghost will assume that you were the one who killed her."

Those red high heels were the same shoes that his lover had been wearing on the same day she rammed into someone, killing her. The mystic arts expert he hired transferred the ghost's resentment to the high heels, making the ghost identify the owner of those shoes as her killer.

He had clearly planned everything out perfectly, and yet...

After the words left his mouth, he quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. He looked at the phone in BeefyBite's hand with fear and rage.

Meanwhile, Madison's live stream viewers were typing rapidly in the chat room.

"Whoa! That just refreshed my fear of marriage! How can such a disgusting man exist?"

"He's the one who cheated, but when his lover does a hit-and-run, he sacrifices his wife! What's with this marriage of death?"

"Another scary day."

"Am I the only one wondering whether he can be sentenced for using such foul methods to harm someone?"novelbin

"Our country doesn't support the use of superstitious behavior as evidence."

BeefyBite's husband seemed to have also come to the same conclusion as he no longer looked frightened.

"What, are you angry?" he asked

smugly. "Do you want to sue me? How are you planning to do that? Are you going to tell the judge that I performed magic on you to harm you? Hah! What judge out there is going to believe you?"

By this point, BeefyBite was already so angry that she was seeing red She gritted her teeth, wanting nothing more than to kill the bastard in front of her. However, hero husband was right.

Her parents were angry yet helpless and could only declare, "Divorce him. Divorce him immediately!"

"So be it!" BeefyBite's husband retorted, scoffing loudly. "Which man would be willing to marry a woman who can't bear him a child?"

He shoved BeefyBite aside roughly and swaggered out of the attic. Only BeefyBite, her parents, and her friends were left in the attic. Madison's live stream viewers typed away, expressing their indignation.

"I'm so angry! How can there be such bastards around?"

"But he's right! We can't do anything!"

"Argh! I can't stand bastards like him!"

"Is there nothing that can be done, Ms. Locke? Doesn't this count as harming someone?"

Madison nodded. "It counts, but

there's no way to punish him white

he's still alive. Only after he dies and

enters the underworld can his

crimes be punished."

Her live stream viewers were dissatisfied, and so was BeefyBite. But again, there was nothing that they could do.

Suddenly, a comment popped up that attracted Madison's attention.

"It'd be great if the country could introduce some relevant laws."

She was reminded of the Office of Non-Scientific Affairs. If such an institution existed, then matters like this would become much easier to handle.