All Chapters of The billionaire leftover wife : Chapter 41

The moonlight glistened off the blade in her hand. She crouched in the shadows above the beach, motionless as driftwood, watching the man below. His chest rose and fell with the slow, heavy rhythm of deep intoxication, each breath a small labor, each exhale carrying away something he could never quite drink fast enough to forget. The bottle beside him had long since been emptied. Tossed to the ground carelessly. Her fingers tightened around the handle. The knife was new. Sharp. She had purchased it months ago with cold precision and set it aside like a promise to herself, waiting for the right moment, the right resolve. She had watched him come to this beach every month without fail. Same night. Same bottle. He had come to drink away his guilt. It wouldn't absolve him. It wasn't enough. She had told herself that every time she watched from a distance. Had repeated it like a prayer during the long, grinding months of rehabilitation, when the pain in her legs had been so consuming t