Dead Wife? Guess Who's Back & Boss Now, Hubby! - Chapter 49: Chapter 49
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"Mind your own fucking business. Get the hell out of my way."
I stepped past him, heading upstairs.
But before I could react, a violent force yanked me back.
My mind froze for a second.
By the time I realized what was happening, my body went weightless, falling backward.
Behind me lay dozens of steep stairs. My back hit the ground first as I tumbled violently down the staircase.
Through the overwhelming pain, I crashed near the iron railing, my ankle making a faint cracking sound.
Finnian descended the stairs one by one, stopping beside me. He looked at me with those calm, sorrowful eyes.
But when he spoke, his voice was nothing but cold.
"Don't blame me, sweetheart."
"You've had everything handed to you since birth. Even if you miss this opportunity, you have plenty of other paths."
"But Phyllis isn't like you. She's already done her absolute best within her limitations."
With that, he grabbed my already-twisted ankle. Before I could react, he slammed my leg against the iron railing.
A flash of memory hit me.
Him, standing outside the hospital room with my brother.
Looking at Phyllis being wheeled out of surgery with eyes full of tenderness and love.
Yet when speaking of me, his voice was completely detached. "I've never regretted it."
The fifteen most beautiful years of my life.
Fifteen fucking years of genuine love, given to a man like this?
I suddenly burst out laughing. Right before he could smash my leg into the railing again, I wrenched myself free.
"Fucking coward."
My twisted ankle sent shooting pain through me, making my breath catch.
But before Finnian could react, I grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head against the railing.
"You fucking lowlife! Trying to ruin me again? In your fucking dreams!"
His head crashed against the iron bar with a loud thud.
Blood gushed from the wound, rolling down his face in thick, crimson streaks, soaking into his collar.
"...Ivetta..."
I steadied my breathing, finally letting go of his hair. My twisted ankle continued sending waves of pain.
But it didn't matter.
I tilted my head, staring down at him—his gaze unfocused, his body trembling slightly from the pain.
Then, slowly, I smiled.
"How romantic, my dear prince. Willing to sacrifice yourself just to destroy me here, all to secure your precious angel's future?"
I let the words sink in before continuing:
"So this is Ulric’s warning to me, huh? You two have already agreed to ‘share’ her even back then?"
"You make me sick."
I lifted my skirt and wiped it across his bloody face, until the pale fabric was covered in smears of deep red.
Then I left him there, running into the auditorium as darkness fell.
I stepped past him, heading upstairs.
But before I could react, a violent force yanked me back.
My mind froze for a second.
By the time I realized what was happening, my body went weightless, falling backward.
Behind me lay dozens of steep stairs. My back hit the ground first as I tumbled violently down the staircase.
Through the overwhelming pain, I crashed near the iron railing, my ankle making a faint cracking sound.
Finnian descended the stairs one by one, stopping beside me. He looked at me with those calm, sorrowful eyes.
But when he spoke, his voice was nothing but cold.
"Don't blame me, sweetheart."
"You've had everything handed to you since birth. Even if you miss this opportunity, you have plenty of other paths."
"But Phyllis isn't like you. She's already done her absolute best within her limitations."
With that, he grabbed my already-twisted ankle. Before I could react, he slammed my leg against the iron railing.
A flash of memory hit me.
Him, standing outside the hospital room with my brother.
Looking at Phyllis being wheeled out of surgery with eyes full of tenderness and love.
Yet when speaking of me, his voice was completely detached. "I've never regretted it."
The fifteen most beautiful years of my life.
Fifteen fucking years of genuine love, given to a man like this?
I suddenly burst out laughing. Right before he could smash my leg into the railing again, I wrenched myself free.
"Fucking coward."
My twisted ankle sent shooting pain through me, making my breath catch.
But before Finnian could react, I grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head against the railing.
"You fucking lowlife! Trying to ruin me again? In your fucking dreams!"
His head crashed against the iron bar with a loud thud.
Blood gushed from the wound, rolling down his face in thick, crimson streaks, soaking into his collar.
"...Ivetta..."
I steadied my breathing, finally letting go of his hair. My twisted ankle continued sending waves of pain.
But it didn't matter.
I tilted my head, staring down at him—his gaze unfocused, his body trembling slightly from the pain.
Then, slowly, I smiled.
"How romantic, my dear prince. Willing to sacrifice yourself just to destroy me here, all to secure your precious angel's future?"
I let the words sink in before continuing:
"So this is Ulric’s warning to me, huh? You two have already agreed to ‘share’ her even back then?"
"You make me sick."
I lifted my skirt and wiped it across his bloody face, until the pale fabric was covered in smears of deep red.
Then I left him there, running into the auditorium as darkness fell.
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