After the Finale, I Became My Villain Husband’s Killing Weapon Chapter 2

I forcibly brought him back from the rooftop to our rented apartment.

This apartment was rented by me after selling off my old luxury bags.

Now Sterling couldn’t earn a penny; he relied entirely on me.

Actually, I had quite a bit of money in my bank account, but I couldn’t explain it to Sterling.

I could only make do for now.

I rummaged through drawers and cupboards, pulling out my fish-killing knife. It had been too long since I’d practiced my old trade.

The knife wasn’t sharp anymore, so I found a whetstone and polished it until it gleamed.

Sterling was utterly shocked.

“I’ve seen your file. Before you married me, you were an orphan with a fish stall. Are you going to support me by selling fish?”

Ah, we’d been married for so many years, yet we were strangers to this extent.

Sterling was looking at my superficial resume.

An orphan from a welfare home became a fish stall owner.

This was the best way to hide my identity.

No family, no attachments, just cold-blooded fish gutting.

The light in Sterling’s eyes dimmed again.

“Take a break. The last time you made fish soup, you couldn’t even fillet the fish properly… You can’t sell fish like that. No one will buy it.”

I earnestly held up the fish-killing knife and explained to him.

“No, I don’t earn money by selling fish. I earn money by gutting fish.”