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Chapter Twenty Eight

Author: Newton
last update publish date: 2026-10-06 12:11:40
The heat beat down endlessly on the rusted iron gates of the complex, turning the concrete sidewalk into a furnace. Through the grime-covered window of Apartment 301, the street outside looked like a war zone. Neighborhood bloggers holding cheap smartphones, local gossip recording on selfie sticks, and a few amateur paparazzi with budget camera lenses circled near the fence like hungry vultures waiting for any scrap of dirt on the Axerold divorce.

Inside the stifling apartment, the dead ceilin
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  • My Ex husband left me to die, Now I watch him burn    Chapter Seventy Four

    The suffocating pavement clung to the soles of Susan’s boots as she rushed down the path, her erratic footsteps keeping frantic time with the wild, deafening drumbeat of her pulse. Any lingering shred of panic over her missing mother and young Leo didn't just fade—it curdled, rotting away into a cold, ruthless ambition. The intoxicating, predatory prospect of stripping the sprawling estate away from Vanessa—of reducing her to absolute, gasping nothingness—completely swallowed her senses, leaving no room for human warmth, only a hollow, echoing greed. Outside the towering iron gates, Andrew stood sweating under a sky that felt bruised, heavy, and violently low. The air was thick with an unnatural, suffocating pressure, offering no mercy of a cool evening breeze. There was only a blistering heat tasting faintly of sulfur and ash, perfectly mirroring the feverish, volcanic rage burning in his chest. Back at the mansion, Matt was locked in a grim battle against chaos, his lungs burnin

  • My Ex husband left me to die, Now I watch him burn    Chapter Seventy-Three

    The steady, low hum of the luxury SUV’s engine was the only grounding thing in Vanessa’s world, doing absolutely nothing to soothe the frantic, suffocating tension clawing at her chest. Evening had settled over the city, casting long, bruised shadows across the pavement, but the dark hours brought no peace—only a relentless escalation of chaos. For the past twenty agonizing minutes, she had been trapped behind the wheel, her mind spinning in vicious, dizzying circles over Andrew’s relentless, unhinged badgering. Only moments ago, her phone had erupted with his voice for the second time in ten minutes, demanding the master keys to the mansion with템 the frantic greed of a man who thought he was about to claim his ultimate prize. "Vanessa, I don't care about your schedules or your excuses," Andrew’s voice had snapped through the speakers, tight and laced with furious entitlement. "I am standing outside the gates, and I need the master keys to the mansion right now. Hand them over."

  • My Ex husband left me to die, Now I watch him burn    Chapter Seventy- Two

    The afternoon sun filtered lazily through the tall, sheer linen curtains of Lisa’s airy living room, casting a warm, golden-amber haze over the polished mahogany table where the two women sat. Around them, the apartment hummed with a quiet, aggravating domesticity—the slow, metronomic ticking of a wall clock, the soft, rhythmic drone of the refrigerator from the adjoining open-plan kitchen, and the occasional sharp chime of an email notification from the counter. To anyone else, it was a sanctuary of afternoon leisure. But to Susan, wrapped in a sudden, suffocating bubble of dread, the cozy atmosphere felt entirely surreal, mockingly indifferent to the rising panic threatening to tear her chest open. They were nursing their second glasses of crisp, mineral-rich Pinot Grigio, slowly and lazily scrolling through the digital photo album from Lisa’s recent vacation in Santorini. "Oh, you have to see this one from Oia," Lisa murmured, a soft, affectionate smile touching her lips as she

  • My Ex husband left me to die, Now I watch him burn    Chapter Seventy - One

    The commotion in midtown had finally dissolved into an eerie, heavy silence. Veronica was already miles away, swallowed by the dark, indifferent city streets, carrying her sick grandson toward a destination only God knew. Left standing on the cracked asphalt were Clara, Chloe, her husband Sam, and Jane. For several agonizing seconds, nobody moved. The sheer weight of what had just unfolded hung in the air like a suffocating shroud. Clara stood rigidly beside her ruined car, her chest heaving as she pressed a trembling, ice-cold hand against her bruised ribs. Every breath sent a sharp twinge of pain through her torso, but it was nothing compared to the sickening knot in her stomach. "Can you believe that...?" she whispered, her voice cracking, teetering on the edge of hysteria. "She actually drove away with him." Chloe slowly turned her head. Her face was as pale as paper, stripped of all color, her eyes wide with a terrifying realization. "Are you hurt, Clara?" "I'm fine," Clara

  • My Ex husband left me to die, Now I watch him burn    Chapter Seventy

    "Not at all, Mrs. Patterson. I honestly had no idea who Vanessa was—not until I literally bumped into her out in the corridor and we just struck up a casual, meaningless chit-chat," Marlene trilled, flashing a bright, disarming smile that didn't reach her calculating eyes. "Ohhh, I see. So you two have already bonded," Mrs. Patterson chuckled warmly, leaning back in her plush executive leather chair and resting her hands on the polished mahogany. "It's always refreshing when young executives manage to find common ground outside the sterile walls of the boardroom." Standing just inside the threshold of Mrs. Patterson’s spacious office, Vanessa clenched her jaw so hard her back molars ached. She kept her facial expression carefully neutral, though her mind was racing with sharp, defensive calculations. Play your petty games all you want, Marlene, she thought coldly, a dark fire igniting in her chest. In a week or two, this little stunt of yours is going to cost you everything you've

  • My Ex husband left me to die, Now I watch him burn    Chapter Sixty - Nine

    "My sister-in-law got a house. Guess whose name is on the deed?" Susan scoffed, shaking her head with a dry, humorless laugh as she set her crystal glass down on the polished marble coffee table. "Andrew's." Lisa blinked, her expression shifting into one of mild amusement as she leaned back against the deep velvet cushions. "Shut up. Seriously? Not even a joint title? After everything she supposedly brought to the table with her connections?" "Dead serious," Susan muttered, rolling her eyes with theatrical flair, though a tiny flicker of calculation danced in her dark eyes. "Not a single fraction of an inch belongs to her. Andrew made sure of that, and honestly, she was too blind with gratitude to even notice the fine print. She thought it was some grand romantic gesture." Lisa leaned forward, her curiosity instantly pipped, her eyes shining in the dim light of the penthouse. "Speaking of her—how is she holding up anyway? I saw some absolutely unhinged messages pop up on the neigh

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