All Chapters of He Left Me To Die- Now I Rule The Apocalypse : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The last thing my husband gave me was a look that said I wasn't worth saving.Rain hammered the evacuation gate hard enough to drown out the screams behind me. Water rushed through the streets, carrying broken furniture, dead branches, and a child's red shoe. Somewhere nearby, a car alarm kept ringing beneath the rising flood.I could barely stand.Blood ran from a cut above my knee, mixing with the dirty water around my boots. My fingers had gone numb. Still, I kept hold of the metal railing and dragged myself toward the only open evacuation truck.“Daniel!”My husband stood beside it in a dry black coat, one arm wrapped around Celeste Vale.His mistress.Even then, with the city dying around us, she looked as if she'd stepped out of a magazine. Her blond hair clung to her cheeks, and her white dress was soaked at the hem. She had one hand pressed to her mouth, pretending to be frightened.Daniel held her tighter.“Please,” I called. “There's room for three.”A rescue worker glanced

By the time I reached Port Mason, the rain had started.It wasn't heavy yet. A thin sheet of water covered the windscreen as my driver turned off the main road and followed a narrow lane toward the docks. Beyond the fence, cranes stood against a grey sky, their long arms hanging over cargo ships.I had spent the drive reading the shipment records.Industrial filters. Water containers. Chemical storage drums.The paperwork described an ordinary delivery. The warehouse manager's report described a building with drainage problems. Neither document explained why Daniel had insisted the shipment was urgent.“That's the place,” my driver said.Port Mason Warehouse Four stood behind a row of shipping containers. The paint on its metal doors had peeled in long strips, and a dark stain ran along the bottom of the outer wall. Two workers were dragging a wooden pallet away from a shallow pool of water.I opened the car door.Diesel fumes mixed with the smell of wet concrete. Somewhere inside, a

STOP INVESTIGATING, OR YOUR FATHER'S FATE WILL BE YOURS.I read the message again, then saved a screenshot.Whoever sent it knew about my investigation. That meant someone inside Crosswell was watching me.I called my lawyer."Find out who owns this number. And I need access to my father's old company records.""Any particular reason?""Someone is trying to stop me from finding something."I ended the call before he could ask more questions.By ten that morning, I was in Crosswell's archive room, searching through dusty boxes of inspection reports. Most contained ordinary paperwork until I found a folder marked CW-7149.The same shipment number.I opened it.The report was nearly two years old. Several pages were missing, but the remaining ones showed that a shipment travelling through Port Mason had been flagged for incomplete safety documentation.At the bottom was my father's signature.Beneath it, a warning had been typed in bold letters.DO NOT AUTHORIZE FURTHER MOVEMENT UNTIL IN