Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Third Person POVHours EarlierMia had been patient. Too patient.She’d spent months in this house, biting her tongue, keeping her head down, playing the obedient maid while waiting for the perfect moment.Today was it.She moved through the kitchen methodically, her movements precise. A sprinkle of sedative in the guards’ late-night coffee last night. A few drops in Diane’s tea this morning. Nothing lethal, just enough to make her unconscious. The security doors? Left unlocked during one of her “cleaning rounds.” The alarm system? Temporarily disabled—a silent virus she’d slipped into their software weeks ago. It would appear as a random malfunction. By the time anyone noticed, it’d be too late.Everything was set.And then there was her.Estella.Mia’s grip tightened around the knife she was drying. She glanced toward the hallway where Estella had last been. The woman whose existence had stolen her brother’s life.Mia exhaled sharply to stop herself from reaching her and stabbing he

Estella’s POV The blade hovered over my skin. Just a whisper away. Mia tilted her head, watching me like prey, the tip of the knife tracing slow, lazy circles against my collarbone. “You know,” she murmured, eyes gleaming, “I’ve never actually skinned a person before. But there’s a first time for everything, right?” She pressed down. A thin, sharp sting—just enough to make me flinch. I clenched my teeth. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of screaming. Instead, I forced out a shaky breath, locking my gaze onto the other threat in the room. Helena. She was leaning against an old rusted desk, legs crossed elegantly, watching like this was all a mild inconvenience. She had changed. Gone was the woman who once paraded herself as Valdez royalty, the untouchable queen. Now, she looked unhinged. Her dress was perfectly pressed, but the way she sat—the way her nails drummed against the desk, the wild amusement in her eyes—made her seem unpredictable. She was bored

Alejandro’s POVThe second the voice crackled through my phone, every muscle in my body went rigid.“Alejandro,” Mia’s voice purred through the line. “So nice of you to pick up. I was starting to think you didn’t care about your wife.”“Who the real fuck are you?” My voice came out deadly quiet, low and controlled, but the rage beneath it was a live wire, sparking and ready to ignite."Your wife screams beautifully." Her words dripped with satisfaction. "Want to hear?"My jaw locked, teeth grinding so hard I thought they might crack. “Mia,” I said her name like a curse. “If you touch her—”“Oh, I’ve already touched her,” she interrupted, her tone mocking. “And let me tell you, she’s not as strong as you think. A few slaps, and she’s already begging.”A sharp crack echoed through the phone, followed by Estella’s cry—raw, pained, and fucking gut-wrenching. It hit me like a bullet to the chest, and I nearly doubled over. My free hand clenched into a fist, nails digging into my palm hard

Estella’s POV I wake up choking on dirt.The first thing I registered was the weight pressing against my chest, my arms, my legs. I tried to move, but the pressure pinned me down. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs screamed for air but every time I try to inhale, dust fills my mouth, my nose, my lungs.My mind struggled to catch up.Why couldn’t I move? Why couldn’t I breathe?Then it hit me.I was underground.A violent panic shot through my body, sending me into a frenzy. I thrashed, my fingers clawing at the dirt, but it was like fighting against an avalanche. The more I struggled, the tighter it closed around me, the weight pressing harder.My heart slammed against my ribs.I was buried alive.I opened my mouth to scream, but the earth poured in, filling my throat, choking me. I coughed violently, pain ripping through my shoulders.Think, Estella. Think.I forced myself to stop thrashing, to stay still long enough to figure out what the hell had happened.Hours EarlierThe phone call w

Alejandro Blood dripped from her wounded arm, soaking the floor beneath her, but she didn’t seem to give a fuck.She tilted her head back, that sick, twisted grin still stretching her lips. “Kill me,” she rasped. “Go on, do it.”I pressed the barrel of my gun against her temple. She wasn’t even flinching.Her eyes were wild and unhinged. There was no sight of fear in her eyes.“I don’t care about dying,” she whispered, her breath coming out in sharp, pained gasps. “You think you’re scaring me? I’m not scared. I’ll go straight to hell and meet my brother. Benjamin is waiting for me.” Her grin widened, her body trembling from blood loss. “ But you? You’ll be miserable. Till you die. Because you’ll never—” she choked on a laugh—“you’ll never know where she is.”My jaw locked.She wanted this. She wanted me to put a bullet between her eyes and take the satisfaction of knowing I’d never find Estella.I’m not letting that happen.I shifted the gun, grabbed her injured arm, and dug my thumb