After the Finale, I Became My Villain Husband’s Killing Weapon Chapter 1

After the big finale, my villainous husband was crushed by the hero and went bankrupt.

My husband, heartbroken, walked to the rooftop to commit suicide.

I grabbed him by the back of his collar, yanked him back like a chick, and he landed with a thud.

“Don’t die. I’ll earn money to support you.”

My strength was too much; I slammed him onto the ground. His head buzzed.

“Aside from swiping cards at luxury stores, have you done anything serious all these years? How are you going to earn money?”

My husband married me because once at a banquet, he took the wrong medication. We were caught in a compromising situation.

For so many years, there was no affection, only cold, hard cash transactions.

The coldness warmed my heart, and I decided to pull him out of this.

I picked up my fish-killing knife, returning to my old profession.

“Once those annoying people are ‘dealt with,’ and they stop making trouble, won’t you be able to earn money?”

The big villain: ? Who’s the villain here?

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At the end of the story, the big villain was about to jump off a building.

No, not from when I just stopped him.

Now his head was about to crack open, ending his villainous life.

My husband, Sterling Vance, stood up, brushing dust from his shoulders.

“Stop with these jokes.”

“My life is already over.”

I looked at Sterling’s despondent face and patted his shoulder heavily.

“Husband, you still have me. I can gut fish; at least it’s a living. You won’t go hungry.”

“Gut fish?!”

Sterling looked at himself, then at me.

The wind on the rooftop made both of us a bit disheveled.

He reached out to touch my forehead.

“Do you have a fever? One fish at most earns ten dollars, and I owe a mountain of debt. Don’t be so naive.”

“Oh, and let’s get a divorce first, then I’ll jump. That way, these debts won’t fall on you, and you’ll even get some insurance money.”

He pulled me, ready to go file for divorce.

I forcefully covered his mouth and dragged him downstairs for dinner.

“Why so much talk? The food will get cold if we wait any longer.”

Sterling looked at me as if I had just escaped from a mental institution.

But he wasn’t as strong as me, so he could only be dragged down to eat.

Once I, the fishmonger, clean up the hero and heroine, won’t the big villain be able to earn money?

Simple!