He Left Her Broken, She Returned a Weapon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Chapter 41 "How did it go?" Jessica asked with a keen excitement after Suzanne had drank a glass of water. They were in the living room, getting ready to dive into the conversation. Suzanne took another a long, slow sip of water, letting the coolness calm the nervous flutter in her stomach. Jessica was perched on the edge of her seat, eyes wide with anticipation, practically vibrating with curiosity. "Okay, okay," Suzanne began, placing the glass down gently. "You know how Davey always thought he was the smartest guy in the room? Mr. Master Strategist, forever one-upping everyone?" Jessica nodded vigorously, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, I remember. 'Strategic Davey.' Ugh. He's always thought he's the only smart one." Suzanne's eyes sparkled as she continued. "The look on his face, Jess. Oh. My. God. It was priceless. His jaw literally dropped. His eyes bugged out like he’d seen a ghost. He went from this puffed-up peacock to a… a deflated balloon. All the color drai

Chapter 43 Suzanne. Naomi's mind screamed immediately she saw Suzanne. What was she doing at Michael's house all of a sudden? When did she get back? Her mind screamed the name again, a discordant note in the symphony of her calculated ambition. Suzanne, with her effortless beauty, her carefree laughter, the one woman who had always seemed to float through life untouched by the anxieties that consumed Naomi. Suzanne, the friend she hadn't seen in five years, the same one that her own Michael had eyes for. Suzanne's face brightened, her smile brittle and surprised. "Naomi, it's been ages. How wonderful to see you." She said to her, placed a hand over Michael's shoulder, and turned to look at him. "It's comd out here. Let's go in, I heard her say she had an important message." Naomi stared on, her shaky fingers clutching her handbag. The way Suzanne was gazing at Michael, her eyes shining with a familiar, sickening intimacy, made Naomi’s stomach churn. This wasn’t a casual reu

Chapter 45 ***Few days later*** The early morning started with a soothing breeze. The sun, a pale ghost, hung low on the horizon, a misplaced ember trying to ignite a sky already pregnant with rain. It wasn't the fiery farewell of a sunset, but the somber greeting of a nascent dawn. The grey of the sky deepened, a charcoal canvas promising a downpour that would wash the city clean, leaving everything shimmering and new. Inside, Suzanne erupted from sleep, a coiled spring released. The somber sky held no sway over her inner landscape. Today was the day. Veritas Corp's new branch, her branch, was opening. A thrill, bright and electric, coursed through her. Years of planning, of sacrifice, of unwavering belief, had culminated in this moment. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, already buzzing with nervous energy. The shrill ring of her phone sliced through the stillness. She snatched it up, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Brandon!" "Sleeping beauty, finally

Chapter 47 "Is she going to be alright?" Mallory's eyes were huge with worry as she stared at the older men bent over the five-year old girl lying silently on the bed. Beside her, her huge pink bunny laid, her small arms wrapped around it's neck. Dr. Finley adjusted his glasses, smiling down at the little girl who stared up at him with her big round green eyes. "She's good to be fine, ma'am," Dr. Finley told Mallory, turning to look at her. "The girl has not been feeding well. Why?" "Oh, doctor," Mallory sighed, turning to look at Daisy, "she insists on eating with her Mommy who's not here. I only manage to steal some foods into her mouth so she can have something in her belly. I don't know what to do anymore." Dr. Finley took a few steps towards the window side, and slowly, Mallory followed. "Where's the child's mother right now?" "She's...busy. I... already told her the hospital we're in. Hopefully, she will come and see her." "The child is attached to the mother.

Chapter 49Suzanne sat alone the next morning on the dinning, chewing slowly at her French toast. She dusted her hands, reached for her mug of tea, and lifted it to her lips. In the process, her eyes scanned the empty spaces around the dinning table, and momentarily, she paused. She was all alone, eating breakfast. The dinning area became suddenly too big for her, and the thought of this gradually sank in. Quickly, she aside the thought, wondering when things like this started to get to her. She thought she'd gotten used to it Iver the years, she thought sitting at the dinning all by herself was something she was already used to doing. The door suddenly clicked open, and Jessica staggered in, carrying loads of shopping bags. With the kick of her leg, she shut the door behind her, and found her way to the living room. "Oh, boy." Jessica complained as she dumped the bags on the nearest sofa, and turned to look at Suzanne who was still bent over her breakfast few miles away. "Su? Ar