As my mind snapped back to reality, my thoughts still circled the one thing I had learned.
The father of that transmigrator, Lucien's father, was the same psycho who had bombed me.
All because he thought I slept with his wife.
His wife.
A woman I had never even seen in my entire life.
Hell, from what I remembered of the memory, she wasn't even the kind of woman who could make me break my sacred code of never touching a married woman.
So why?
No, more importantly, what the hell was that bastard even talking about?
I had heard him clearly: "It was necessary. It's the beginning."
The words still echoed in my head like a riddle.
From what I had seen, that man wasn't broken.
He had been happy.
He loved his wife.
He loved his family.
So what made him go mad one day out of nowhere?
And even if he snapped, why go that far? Why kill her? If it was really about betrayal, there were easier ways like a fight, a divorce or anything but… that.
So what pushed him over the edge?
