Chapter 72: What Happened on The Wedding 

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Tyler’s POV

If I had been told that this bitch, Alda, had a motive all this time, I would not have believed it. I thought it was all punishment when she asked me to donate the house to charity, sell my car for the cheapest price, and order her guards to make me sleep on the staircase until morning.

“So all of this was not only punishment but revenge against me?”

Seeing that she declared she was about to expose me to the president and his vice, I was drawn into maximum fright like a shipwrecked sailor spotting a looming storm.

“Is this the plan you had for me all this while?” I asked myself as I stared at her as if she could hear me.

When I asked myself this question, though I did not bother to answer it, Alda’s facial expression at this moment spoke volumes.

“This bitch is fucking smirking,” I said to myself again, seeing the smirk continue on her face like the wicked witch she is.

“But before I say anything, please hear this from one of his victims,” she said, smirking again as