All Chapters of Halt His Wandering Heart: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cedric looked regal in anything he wore. He took Lizzie's hand and led her out of the car.They arrived at the venue Lannister Group had rented for the press conference. Reporters swarmed the room like sharks scenting blood, packed shoulder to shoulder. Apart from the relentless glare of the flashbulbs—which made Lizzie's skin crawl—she performed her part flawlessly. Everyone knew their lines.Cedric, meanwhile, was in his element. Public deception was a skill he had mastered; he moved through the crowd with effortless, polished assurance.A reporter raised a hand. "Mr. Lannister, what exactly is your relationship with Susan? You've been seen defending her on numerous occasions. Is it truly just a matter of charity?"It was a sharp question—one Lizzie herself wanted answered."My wife, Lizzie Bennet, and I grew up together," he stated smoothly. "I courted her for seven years before she agreed to marry me. I love her. Why would I be involved with anyone else? Susan is simply a bene

When the demolition crew moved in, Hugh got into a fight with them. He died in the chaos."That was an accident," Jeremy insisted, his voice pleading. "You can't pin that on this woman. The crew were all men... and besides, the company paid a huge settlement. They paid more than enough. This isn't right…"Susan's hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. Her whole body trembled with a rage she could barely contain. "Lannister Group was behind the demolition. Lizzie is Cedric's wife. Do you really think that's a coincidence?""I can't wait any longer," she hissed, her eyes burning. "I'll kill her first, then Cedric. They're both going to pay."Jeremy flinched. He'd only just learned the truth: Susan had been living under Cedric's thumb all this time. Her every move was a calculated step in a plan to avenge Hugh."Don't do this," Jeremy begged. "Even if you managed to get to Cedric, you'd be caught. You'd be executed. Is that what you want?""And if I don't kill him, do you think I

"Her car is still parked at the company, but she's gone."Jon and Cedric stared at each other, the silence between them thick and heavy. A sense of dread, cold and unmistakable, began to coil in the air.Jon snatched his phone and dialed Lizzie's number. He was met with the same hollow, automated message Cedric had heard—the phone was off. He tried Eva next, a desperate hope that Lizzie had sought refuge with her friend. No luck."Have you called the police?" Jon's voice tightened.Cedric shook his head, his expression grim. Jon's years navigating the cutthroat corporate world told him what a disappearance like this usually meant: a young, beautiful woman vanishing after midnight rarely led to a happy ending."We'll split up and search," Jon said, taking charge. "You call the police first." Both men clung to the frail hope that this was all a terrible misunderstanding, a false alarm.They tore off into the night in separate cars, speeding in different directions, swallowed by the

Cedric saw the flames licking at Susan's sleeve and rushed forward, smothering the fire with his bare hands. The skin on her wrist was already a blistering, raw red, the burn so severe it made him wince."Cedric…" Susan acted first, throwing herself into his arms before he could even form a question. Her trembling hand pointed accusingly toward Jon and Lizzie. "They… they…"Cedric's sharp gaze snapped to them. Only after confirming Lizzie was physically unhurt did he look down at Susan clinging to him. "What happened?""I… I…" Her face crumpled in a mask of pain. "Cedric, it hurts so much. Please, just take me to a doctor."His eyes flickered to her scorched arm, and he scooped her up without another word. "Jon, take Lizzie home. I'm taking her to the hospital."Jon opened his mouth to object, but Lizzie stopped him with a quiet, defeated shake of her head. "His focus is only on her. He's the one who let Susan do this." There was nothing more to say. Two lifetimes, the same man,

Cedric was silent for a long time.Lizzie had no idea how recklessly he had driven to look for her, his mind spiraling through every worst-case scenario. She didn't know he'd fought back tears that threatened to fall against his will.He hadn't wanted to be met with what felt like a cold, calculated betrayal. All he'd wanted was an explanation. One word from her, and he would have clung to it.But she… refused to give him anything."And then what?" he finally asked, a bitter smile twisting his lips.Lizzie met his gaze, unnervingly calm, the ghost of a smile touching her own mouth. "After the New Year, we discuss the divorce. I'm looking forward to it.""And if I refuse?""Then we'll destroy each other." Her voice was quiet, but her heart had already been ground to dust.She wasn't afraid of death anymore.What terrified her was the endlessness of him—the prospect of having to face Cedric day after day, hour after hour. She didn't want to see him at all.He let out a cold, moc