Prepare the divorce and ruin your husband by Mark Twain 11
Chapter 11
“We recovered another angle from that day,” he continued. “It was Roxanne. She slammed her own stomach into the table. On purpose. It was never Isabella.”
He hesitated, then pushed on.
“I spoke to the doctor who treated Roxanne. He admitted he found abortion pills in her system. Strong ones. She took them herself. The maid confirmed it. Said she saw Roxanne taking pills every night.”
The room blurred.
I shut my eyes but it only made it worse. The images burned brighter behind my lids. When I opened them again, the man staring back at me in the glass didn’t look human
anymore.
That was when the ward door slammed open.
Roxanne walked in like she owned the place.
Red dress. Loud. Tight. Screaming for attention. A fake smile plastered on her face like she was stepping into a party, not a hospital room soaked in death.
“David,” she said sweetly, looping her arm through mine like nothing happened. “The doctor said I’m doing great. I can fly abroad anytime now. I’m fully recovered. Isn’t that good news?”
She leaned closer, clinging. Possessive.
“I already know about Isabella,” she went on lightly. “She’s gone. Dead. Whatever she did to me before, it’s over. I don’t hate her anymore.”
She smiled wider. Proud.
“I told the servants to move my things into your house. I had them pack up her stuff too. No point keeping it, right? From now on I’ll stay with you. I’ll take care of you.” Her hand slid down my arm. “Maybe we can try for another baby.”
I turned my head slowly.
Really looked at her.
That face I once thought was fragile. Worth protecting. Worth destroying myself over.
It looked fake now. Hollow. Desperate. Rotten.
My voice came out low. Cold. Sharp enough to draw blood.
“Who the fuck told you to move into my house,” I said. “And who gave you permission to touch her things.”
She blinked at me. That sweet little smile cracked and slid right off her face. For the
Chapter 11
2/3 42.7%
11:07 Wed, Jan 28
first time, she actually felt the cold in the room.
พร 87
“She’s dead, David,” she said quietly. “Gone. Do you really expect me to keep hiding forever even now? Our wedding got delayed because she crawled back after fooling around with other men. And now she’s dead.” Her voice shook. “You promised me that night. You said you would choose me.”
I yanked my arm out of her grip and shoved her away. She staggered and hit the wall hard.
“Get out.”
I said it soft. Calm. That scared her more than yelling ever could.
She stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “You’re mad at me? David, she’s dead. She’s not coming back. I’m the one who stayed with you through everything. And our twins… our babies died because of her.”
I laughed.
It came out wrong. Empty. Broken. The sound alone made her flinch.
“You really wanna talk about those twins,” I said low. “You know damn well why those kids never existed.”
I grabbed the papers off the table and threw them straight at her. They smacked her face, slid down her chest, scattered at her feet. She looked down, read a line, then
another.
All the color drained from her face.
But she recovered fast. Too fast. Tears welled up. Lips trembling. That same fake innocent look she always used on me.
“David, please,” she cried. “Let me explain. Everything I did was because I loved you too much. I just wanted you to be mine. Every plan, every lie, every move, it was all for you. Can’t you see that?”
My hand moved before my head caught up.
I grabbed her throat and yanked her close. My fingers tightened. My eyes locked on hers.
“Did she force you to spread lies about her online,” I growled. “Did she tell you to hire men to run her down. Did she tell you to have her dragged and dumped like trash. Did she force you to put her in a coffin.”
Her hands flew up, clawing at my arms. Nails digging into my skin. She choked, gasping, kicking.
“Boss!” my assistant yelled, rushing in. “Mr. Vanderbilt, stop. She’s Roxanne, not Westley. She’s guilty, yeah, but Westley’s the real monster.”
Chapter 11
2/3 42.7%
11:07 Wed, Jan 28
I released her.
She dropped to the floor, coughing, choking, hands clutching her neck like she thought I’d stolen her breath for good.
I stared at her.
This woman I once thought was pure. My savior. My weakness.
All I saw now was rot.
I turned away. Grabbed my coat. I couldn’t breathe the same air as her for another second.
I stormed down the hall while she screamed after me.
“David, don’t you dare walk away! How can you throw me away? You swore to me! You promised me a wedding! That’s why you sent Isabella away for a year! You said you’d protect me forever!”
The door slammed behind me.
Outside, the rain was coming down hard, smashing against the pavement. I got into my Maybach and gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles went white.
I replayed the video on my screen.
Bang.
My fist smashed into the wheel. The horn screamed into the storm. 1 pulled over, leaned forward, pressed my forehead into the leather, and felt my shoulders shake. If it wasn’t for that one goddamn favor she did for me back in high school…
I didn’t know what the hell I’d do to Roxanne right now.
…
I locked myself inside the villa the second I got out of that damn hospital. Told the guards straight up, Roxanne doesn’t step one foot near me. Not today. Not ever.
My phone kept buzzing like it was possessed. Calls. Messages. Missed calls stacked on missed calls. I didn’t even check who it was. I knew. I wanted silence, not her voice poisoning my head again.
The house felt huge. Empty. Too damn quiet. I walked around without knowing where I was going until I stopped in front of that cabinet. The one she never got to touch.
Isabella’s things.
My eyes locked onto her necklace. Then her wedding ring, sitting right beside it. I picked them up. Cold metal in my palm. Heavy as hell, like they weighed more than a
gun.
That’s when my head betrayed me.
3/3 44.0%
11:07 Wed, Jan 28
87
Join Our WhatsApp Channel For Fast Update Or More Novels: 
Join Our WhatsApp Channel For Fast Update Or More Novels: