My Supermodel Wife

Randell kept on calling out to her. Even when he heard the truth with his own ears, deep down inside, he still didn't want to believe it.

Trisa listened to his cries and wanted to turn around to leave immediately, but her legs seemed to freeze in her steps, making it difficult for her to move.​​

Her vision became even more blurry and when her emotions ran down, she finally screamed out loud. "Randell, you trash! Get out of here and get away from me, I never want to see you again in my life!"

How did all this happen!

The man she had rejected, she despised, treated like trash her whole life was the one who was most reluctant to let her go.

She would rather Randell yell at her and than see him like this.

He was dumb enough to keep her by his side all this time, could he stop doing stupid things?

Randell tugged tightly at the railing, the metal fence creaking as he shook. "Trisa, you're lying! Someone like you would never do those things! You're forced to tell it, I'm sure you are innocent!"

At the same time as Randell screamed, Trisa's patience really ran out.

She suddenly turned around, dragged her feet and ran over to the iron fence. She punched the fence with her hand and shouted tearfully. "Randell, do you have a brain? I did it! I did all that! Yes, I wanted to destroy the Irwan family and kill your two nieces, don't you understand at all!?"

Randell looked at her through the iron fence, startled by her scream. "I can't believe it, I know you're not that kind of person."

He stubbornly denied it, but even if he didn't want to admit it, he knew in his heart that Trisa would never come back.

He was really reluctant. For more than two decades, he followed the custom in his family to stick with her in good or bad.

It didn't matter if she kept scolding him, or beating him, this was what made them husband and wife.

People would say that he was a fool and broken, but Trisa was always with him and even gave him two sons.

Trisa also looked at this stupid man who still loved her, thinking that he really was stupid.

With tears in her eyes, she said in a hoarse voice. "Randell, you have to be aware of the reality of our lives. If you really love me, then take good care of our children. Remember, never tell them how I'm doing now."

"Also... I have loved many people in my life, but I never loved you even once. I was forced to marry you because I wanted a high status, why would I marry a stupid man like you! Ha ha ha…"

Trisa laughed wildly, and when she saw Randell's expression with her own eyes, she laughed even louder.

She turned around and staggered in her steps.

But in a corner where Randell couldn't see, Trisa's tears flowed like rivers.

Their fleeting encounter just now was probably their last farewell in this life.

'Randell, don't miss me, don't look for me, a woman like me doesn't deserve your love…'

Nobody knew what Trisa was thinking nor what Trisa would do in her cell for the rest of her life. Maybe she'd write a name on her cold cell wall. The name of a man who always gave her warmth and love even though she could never genuinely love him back and got blinded by her hatred and grudge from the past.

And that would be Randell Irwan…

There was no denying that she was wrong.

The hatred she had cultivated over the past few decades had torn apart two families and utterly made her ruin her own life.

Then, since Trisa's crimes were so serious and the evidence was strong, she was sentenced to death without a chance to appeal. Listening to this decision, Trisa herself didn't seem to mind because now she didn't have to bother with suicide.

On the day of the execution, Trisa just laid on her bed and looked up at the ceiling above her head. As the drug was slowly injected into her body, her breathing began to stop and her face was strangely relieved.

A second before closing her eyes, fragments of her life flashed through her mind like puffs of smoke.

She saw the memories, and they all had Randell's face.

A single tear rolled down the corner of her eye, it seemed that those crystal tears were the silent witnesses of Trisa's last wish. 

"Randell, if indeed God allows you to be by my side in the afterlife, I will do my best to make up for my mistakes. I never realized that your affection and love has been filling my life all this time. Forgive this stupid wife of yours, I truly love you from the bottom of my heart. Goodbye my husband, I hope I can see you again in another life. I will always be faithfully waiting for you even until the end of time."

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When Trisa was taken away and Randell immediately ran after her.

At this moment, the expressions on everyone's faces were quite heavy.

Trisa seemed to have paid a fair price for what she had done.

She faced coercion from her biological father and despised her unjust fate. She let her hatred get the best of her and drove her to do many evil things, leading to the tragedy of the two families.

The one who was the most embarrassed was Simon.

He looked much older in an instant, and there was a glimpse of tears on the corner of his eye crease.

"My fault, this is all my fault!" The old man rubbed his eyes with his palms, closing his eyes tightly.

He muttered to himself with a sad face. "If I had known of Trisa's ambition from the start, I wouldn't have approved of her marriage to my son!"

"This is all my fault, I really am a selfish father! I know my son's health problems but I still want to find him a wife and make him live a normal life. This is all my fault… My fault!"

Simon choked and could not speak anymore.

Being a part of a noble family didn't guarantee that someone would never make a mistake.

When he was young, the old man was a famous traditional painter in the capital city. Throughout his life, people would flock to buy his paintings at high prices and always praise his work. His life experience taught him many things.

The Irwan family had gone through so many changes this year and the old man did not realize that his idealistic mind was actually naive.

He adhered to benevolent principles and condemned the unrighteous. He did not know that such idealism would bring destruction to the Irwan family.

But he got no response. Richard and his wife sat beside him, only Janice continued to wipe tears.

The pain she felt in her heart made her body tremble a little.

Leila begged the Pangestu family to change Lilia's birth certificate.

Leila wanted to kill Lilia.

Leila… looked exactly like a snake.

In the past twenty-four years, was Leila really the child they had raised?

Leila's bright and innocent smile turned out to have been hiding a dark soul and an ugly heart beneath.

If it weren't for Trisa, she and her husband would never have thought that Leila could be so cruel.

In the beginning, it wasn't that there was no evidence before them, but living as a family with that girl for over 24 years built the bond between them. They couldn't believe it, and instinctively they didn't want to believe it.

They almost lost their two daughters.

Janice couldn't help crying, she didn't even listen to what her father-in-law had to say.

In this quiet living room, only the sound of sobs echoed in everyone's ears. Lilia glanced at Mellisa and saw her sister's gloomy eyes. Then she lowered her eyes and suggested. "Should we go back first?"

Go back? But where to?

Lilia's words immediately made the Irwan family's eyes fall on her.

Mellisa nodded blankly. "Alright, let's go back."

After their business with Trisa was resolved, she did not feel relaxed at all. Instead, Mellisa was riddled with another mystery.

Who saved her that time? And what was the real purpose?

Ever since Lilia appeared, her savior never seemed to contact her again. And it made her feel uncomfortable, feeling like she was in the depth of darkness before dawn.