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

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.

Dont die. Ill 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, wont you be able to earn money?

The big villain: ? Whos the villain here?

01

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 Sterlings despondent face and patted his shoulder heavily.

Husband, you still have me. I can gut fish; at least its a living. You wont 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. Dont be so naive.

Oh, and lets get a divorce first, then Ill jump. That way, these debts wont fall on you, and youll 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 wasnt as strong as me, so he could only be dragged down to eat.

Once I, the fishmonger, clean up the hero and heroine, wont the big villain be able to earn money?

Simple!

02

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 couldnt earn a penny; he relied entirely on me.

Actually, I had quite a bit of money in my bank account, but I couldnt 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 Id practiced my old trade.

The knife wasnt sharp anymore, so I found a whetstone and polished it until it gleamed.

Sterling was utterly shocked.

Ive 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, wed 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 Sterlings eyes dimmed again.

Take a break. The last time you made fish soup, you couldnt even fillet the fish properly You cant sell fish like that. No one will buy it.

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

No, I dont earn money by selling fish. I earn money by gutting fish.

03

A fish's third spinal vertebra is the most fragile, and so is a persons.

Im an orphan, and thats what I learned since childhood.

Master Lin, with ten years of experience, has an excellent reputation. With a swift stroke of the knife, clean and precise, never a botched job.

Alright, tell me, which fish first?

Sterling showed a strange expression.

Do you have to choose a fish?

If he wouldnt choose, I would. I raised the fish-killing knife and brought it down heavily on the cutting board.

Then lets start with Andrew Chen.

The hero, Andrew Chen, was like a direct contrast to Sterling.

Now Sterling was so down and out, while Andrew was on his way to becoming a billionaire.

He was the main driver of Sterlings bankruptcy, and he hadnt stopped his suppression and humiliation even after Sterling went broke.

Thats why Sterling couldnt find any decent job, and could only go to construction sites every day to move bricks.

Sterlings eyes widened, full of disbelief.

What did you say?! What are you going to kill?!

I paused. Sterlings heart couldnt take any more shock.

I smiled at him.

Just kidding. Tomorrow, Ill go back to my fish stall and start gutting fish again. Well spend the money we earn.

04

Sterling buried his head, utterly despondent and lost.

Dont comfort me. How many fish can you gut in a day? Im still burdened with endless debts Ill only drag you down.

Lets get a divorce. You can find someone else to buy you bags, alright?

Sterling wasnt wrong. After marrying him, I spent most of my time at luxury counters.

I used to be too busy! After retirement, I started my revenge spending!

But the person in front of me was too dejected; I felt a pang of pity.

Sterling was clearly a golden boy, a man who commanded the commercial empire.

Now he was being suppressed to a dead end.

What Sterling didn't know was that we both lived in a book.

After marrying Sterling, I used his card to buy too many bags at once, and accidentally hit my head while moving them.

I awakened.

It turned out Sterling was the big villain in this book, and I, the fishmonger, was a nobody, a mere extra.

No matter how much Sterling struggled, he was destined for failure. He couldnt win; the more he fought, the more hed be pushed back. This was the villains fate.

I hugged Sterling tightly. Losing isnt your fault. Ill help you flip this table.

Sterlings eyes widened. Huh?

By gutting fish?

Is this right?

05

Of course, it's right.

I don't just gut fish the usual way.

I set up my fish stall again.

In our line of work, you don't just kill; someone also needs to clean up the scene. There's a complete process.

When I set up my stall, they knew I was back in business, and organized people would contact me to place orders.

I was worried that Sterling would jump off the building again if he stayed home alone, so I forcibly brought him along to the stall with me.

As soon as he arrived, he inevitably reverted to his business world analysis.

Your stall is in the most inconspicuous spot in the market, and your prices are so expensive. Who on earth would come here to buy fish?

I sat on my small stool, looking perfectly composed.

You dont understand. Those who understand will naturally buy.

Sterling was now penniless and desperate.

Aside from his good physique and handsome face, he had nothing else, yet standing there, he even attracted a few customers for me.

However, these people all left as soon as I told them one fish cost a hundred thousand.

A three-pound carp costs fifty at other places, and you want to sell it for a hundred thousand?

Sterling tugged at my sleeve, again looking at me as if I was a mental patient.

Do you want to earn money or not? Customers want to buy, why dont you just sell to them?

Sterlings gaze at me was overly strange.

There were fewer than ten fish on the stall, and I wasnt at all anxious to sell them.

I grunted a few words.

Theyre buying because of your good looks. If I sold to them, wouldnt that be like selling you? Dont worry, I have my own plan.

Sure enough, Sterling stopped talking.

I finally waited for the person I was expecting: black hat, black mask, fully armed, wanting just one fish.

One fish.

My hand went up, then down, chopping off the fishs head and handing it to him.

Here, a hundred thousand dollars.

The person opposite quickly scanned the code, paid the money, and left with the plastic bag.

Sterling was stunned.

You didnt even fillet the fish for him, just chopped off the head and sold it for so much money? Isnt this robbery?

He didnt understand the rules of our trade.

A hundred thousand dollars for one fish was very cheap. I also had to bear the risk, and the organization had to provide people to clean up the aftermath for me.

This was just a friendship price for making a comeback.

In the past, I wouldn't sell this fish for anything less than a million.

One willing buyer, one willing seller. Honest trade, excellent reputation.

Didnt I tell you selling fish is very profitable?

Sterling: The world had turned fantastical.

06

After making a hundred thousand dollars, I treated Sterling to an all-you-can-eat barbecue buffet that evening.

In the past, Sterling would never have set foot in a smoky joint like this.

But now, he was devouring the food ravenously, long gone was the image of the refined gentleman he once was.

The grilled meat in front of me was piled into a small mountain, all grilled by Sterling.

Eat slowly, we have money now.

Sterling, full and satisfied, felt a pang of guilt and buried his head.

I wasnt that good to you either. You should leave now.

I picked up a piece of meat and put it on his plate.

Eat. Why talk about all this? Ive swiped so much of your money; when disaster strikes, I cant just fly away alone, can I?

Sterling: Dont say that. That money didnt mean much to me then, but now I dont have a penny.

Sterling had hit rock bottom; everyone had left his side, leaving only me, the wife he had haphazardly married.

A big villain, after all, has no friends. If I weren't just an extra in the book, I might have been influenced by the plot and left him too.

But.

Before I met Sterling, I had just completed an extremely dangerous mission.

The target was a powerful and influential figure with many bodyguards.

I watched the man slowly fall before me, then swiftly ran to the hotel where the banquet was being held.

After they realized what happened, they all chased after me. I was anxious to avoid them but was pulled into a hotel room by Sterling, who had been drugged with an aphrodisiac.

To evade pursuit, I was also somewhat lust-struck.

I almost instantly accepted this setup.

Barely halfway through my stumbled retreat.

Audrey Shaw and Andrew Chen entered the room with a group of people.

Sterling had been set up, and so had I, who happened to need to hide my identity.

At the time, his marrying me might have had an element of spite.

So many people witnessed us, and Audrey publicly accused him, then consequently broke off their engagement.

Sterling: If you dont mind, I can marry you, but we wont be like a normal married couple.

I nodded furiously. My last mission had been extremely dangerous, and I desperately needed a legal identity to hide me.

Wasnt this a pillow arriving just as I felt sleepy?

Thank you, husband!

Sterling: Dont call me husband.

Thank you, boss!

07

After the marriage, Sterling continued to battle with the hero and heroine, while I spent my retirement enjoying his card privileges.

Even though I was a wife he married without affection, inexplicably, he never insulted or bullied me; instead, he gave me money to spend.

He was practically my benefactor. Now that my benefactor was in trouble, I had to step in.

When Sterling first went bankrupt, Andrew Chen immediately ordered a complete shutdown of his businesses and even threatened to break his legs.

He wanted to make it impossible for Sterling to even do simple labor.

I dealt with the people who came to break his legs.

Andrew Chen also sent various thugs, gangsters, and kidnappers, big and small, trying to completely eliminate Sterling, but I quietly handled them all.

However, I couldnt prevent his downfall.

Andrew Chen always found ways to humiliate Sterling. Every time Sterling went out to earn money, he would be suppressed.

I thought the key lay with the hero and heroine.

As long as they kept suppressing Sterling,

Sterling would never be able to rise again.

Dont worry, soon there will be no annoying people left.

I casually offered a few words of comfort to Sterling.

Youre very handsome, be more confident! Look how many people are looking at you!

Actually, if you became a male model, you could probably earn a lot of money, but I wouldnt want you to.

Ah, it looks like Ill have to return to my old trade.

Sterlings ears turned red all the way to his neck. Then maybe I should just die.

Die, die, die. Such inauspicious talk.

Sterling used to be very confident; now he had none left.

The person in front of me still had that broad shoulders and narrow waist, with an authoritative face, but his eyes were lifeless.

I tried to persuade him.

The bad guys arent dead yet. If you die, wouldnt you be losing out? Better to live badly than die well. Maybe one day youll bounce back and your luck will turn.

Sterling: Andrew Chen cant die. He said hes the favored child of destiny All the methods I used before never worked.

I sighed. What if something unexpected happens to him? Can you still return to the capital market?

Sterlings expression also changed.

Then I should still be able to find an opportunity.

Sterling paused. If I can rise again, Ill definitely give you a better life.

I know this sounds like an empty promise. Autumn, I apologize for my actions in our marriage before.

I thought for a long time.

What did Sterling do that wronged me?

It dawned on me that he was probably referring to his coldness in the marriage.

He took on the role of husband but didnt fulfill spousal responsibilities. But this was something we had agreed upon before; I hadn't taken it seriously at all.

Huh? No, our marriage was fine.

His authoritative face still needed to stand at the top, dressed in a suit, stirring up the capital market.

Thats when hes handsome!

Sterling inadvertently blushed. Thank you.

Walking home from the barbecue restaurant, he held my hand the entire way.

Sterlings fingers were long and slender, clasped with mine as he led me home.

His ear tips were slightly red.

An old married couple, yet acting surprisingly innocent.

08

The organization made contact; it was still the same organization.

I had retired after finishing that last mission, marrying Sterling to hide my identity.

It was a perfect retreat from the underworld.

Now that I was back, they were all surprised. Not only was I back, but I had sold a fish. A successful sale meant a successful order.

W: Didnt you say you married a rich man and retired? Why are you back?

A: Which unlucky soul is about to suffer?

A: Are you really back for good? Can you please kill that fake heiress for me first? I cant stand her, oh my god, what a manipulative drama queen, playing dead.

It took me a tremendous effort to retire, and now I was back in the fray, stirring up trouble again.

I made up my mind: once I dealt with the hero and heroine, I would agree to divorce Sterling.

As long as he wasnt affected by the plot, he had a great life ahead of him.

The group chat was full of exclamations, wondering who was so foolish as to provoke me, the bringer of doom.

My fish-gutting technique was unique, and I worked swiftly.

Now the knife was sharpened, all that was left was to strike.

Tonight, Audrey Shaw and Andrew Chen would be at a banquet.

That evening, I heated up a glass of milk for Sterling, adding a sleeping pill. I would leave after he fell asleep.

From a professional standpoint, I didn't want to bring him along for the job.

We had a strict procedure for these things; an extra person meant an extra risk.

From a personal standpoint, I didn't want Sterling to see the hero and heroine again.

Every time he met them, he had bad luck. He had the villain's constitution; if I didn't protect him, he would have lost limbs long ago.

I cant drink any more. I ate too much tonight.

Tonight was not a peaceful night.

Drink it~ I went to all this trouble to make you milk. I even treated you to dinner; you cant even agree to such a simple request?

I rarely acted coy, giving Sterling goosebumps.

Okay, Ill drink it.

Sterling drank the milk under my watchful eye, then lay down in bed and fell asleep.

I changed my clothes, grabbed my knife, and went out.

Unbeknownst to me, Sterling quietly opened his eyes.

He went out too.