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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-TWO: FLUSHING THE ROTTEN ONE.
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THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-EIGHT: SUCKING THE LIFE OUT OF ME.
AXEL’S POV:“I lived at the edge of the village. Alone. Watching. Waiting. I saw her feed the man I still loved. I watched them sleep peacefully under the stars while I drowned in silence.”“What does that have to do with me?” Avery groaned, her voice hoarse, weak but unwilling to surrender.Akira stopped. Her chest rose and fell.“Shut up and listen!" she roared.The walls seemed to crack with her voice but Avery didn't."I'm bored of your sob story," Avery added. I clenched my fists. I wanted to stand, to tear her away from Avery, but my legs were stone. “When I couldn’t live in that nightmare anymore,” Akira continued anyway, “I left. I disappeared. Everything I’d ever known—I abandoned. I travelled beyond our lands, into the west, far past the cities where no one knew my face.”Her face softened briefly.“That’s when I met Blackwood. Yes. That Blackwood.”My mind went wild, the pieces clicking together—but too late.“He didn’t know where I came from. I didn’t even know what I wa
THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-SEVEN: THE STORY OF RESENTMENT.
AXEL’S POV:"Daddy…"A voice—faint, like a whisper caught in the wind—tugged at me.It belonged to Sea.I blinked. My chest rose with difficulty, breath shallow, muscles groaning with each motion. I didn’t know where I was, but her voice was real. It had to be."Sea!" I rasped, pushing myself up.Pain clawed through my body, but I ignored it. My legs carried me forward, uneven, unstable, but driven. The walls around me warped and stretched, colors bleeding into each other like a dream slipping into a nightmare.Then I saw it.A door.Slightly open, golden light spilling from the edges—warm, unnatural. I reached for it, my fingers trembling as they met the cold brass handle.I pushed it open fully—and the brightness exploded.A flash, like the sun itself had burst in front of me.I flinched, covering my face with my arms."Sea!" I called out again, but the moment my foot crossed the threshold, it felt like falling.I hit the ground hard, my palm slapping stone.The light dimmed, and su
THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-SIX: RUINED SACRIFICE.
AVERY’S POVI was trying not to black out, but everything around me was slipping into shadows. My chest burned. My lungs screamed. The floor beneath me seemed to tilt, and I could barely feel my legs anymore.But I saw it. The blood.Dark drops hit the floor in slow motion—from my nose… and from the corner of my mouth.Then my body went limp over his shoulder.Axel.He moved with a quiet desperation, one arm locked around my thighs, the other gripping my back as he carried me out of the room. My head hung down, bouncing lightly with each furious stride. I saw glimpses of hallway lights, startled faces blurring past, then concrete as we hit the garage.The car door opened.He didn’t say a word.He yanked open the trunk and shoved me inside.I wanted to protest—wanted to say I couldn’t breathe in there—but the words never made it out.The last thing I saw before the trunk slammed shut was his face—haunted. Determined.Then came the black.The engine roared, and the tires screamed agains
THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-FIVE: ASHES AND SILENCE.
AXEL’S POV:I didn’t think life could ever feel this whole again. Life finally made sense again. It was just… peace. Familiar. Safe.“Sweetness, what’s wrong? You haven’t touched your food yet,” my mother said, her voice the soft lullaby I remembered from boyhood. She reached across the table and smoothed back a strand of my hair with motherly affection. Just the way she used to when I was a boy—like I was still her little miracle.“You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” she said with a warm smile, her hand cupping my cheek briefly before she settled back in her seat.“Don’t you like it, son?” my father added, slicing a portion of his salmon and placing it on my plate with his usual charm. “Your mother used the same marinade I taught her back in '93. Best damn recipe we ever made.”I smiled. Really smiled. Because it felt like I was home again. Like the past—every bit of blood, betrayal, and pain—was just a nightmare I’d woken up from.This… this was the dream worth living in.“Don’t t
THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-FOUR: ANGERED AWAKENING.
AVERY’S POV:I was back home, dressed in full black combat gear that hugged every curve of me with intentional ease, reinforced with the tactical belt strapped above my hips and the pregnancy support belt around my waist. It cradled the child inside me, keeping my growing bump secure while still allowing me movement. I made my way to the bed, where my husband still lay in an unmoving sleep—so beautiful, it hurt to look at him. His skin had a pale cast from weeks without sunlight. The man I knew as fire and steel, now still as stone.I sat beside him quietly. My body felt heavy. My bones, heavier.Reaching for his hand, I took it gently, lifting and pressing to my cheek. I leaned into it, as if maybe I could remember how it used to feel when he held me. Maybe I could feel it again. But all I felt was the stillness.I lifted it to my lips I kissed each knuckle, slow and reverent, lingering on the roughness of his calloused skin, like I could somehow force him to wake through skin-to
THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-THREE: ONE MORE ROTTEN EGG DOWN THE DRAIN.
AVERY’S POV:Thaddeus and I didn’t speak much during the ride. He knew better than to fill the silence when my thoughts were unraveling in all directions—when I was bleeding from places no stitches could reach.My blood-streaked dress clung to my skin, black on black, sticky and cold. If anyone had seen the stains under the headlights, they would’ve screamed. But black was mercy. It concealed what my heart screamed.By the time we pulled up to the psychiatric hospital, the place had fallen into that eerie nighttime hush. Most of the staff were either gone for the day or worn down to their bones, shuffling from corridor to corridor with slow, tired feet. The patients, too, were subdued—some muttering softly to themselves, others sleeping with haunted faces pressed to narrow pillows.I stepped out of the car, ignoring the cold. My heels clicked on the pavement, the loudest sound to be heard.It took all of two seconds before the front guard stiffened, squinting at me. “Ma’am—excuse me,
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