I Let His Mistress Die, Now He's Burying Me Alive - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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All my careful planning hadn't prepared me for this - Owen's complete ruthlessness, his willingness to actually try killing me with a damn shovel.
But not this time. I wasn't going to just stand there and let him take my life again!
As Owen's shovel came swinging at my head, I reacted without thinking - my hands shot up to catch it. The metal edge bit deep into my palm, sending white-hot pain shooting up my arm.
Gritting my teeth against the pain, I mustered all my strength and bolted toward the nearest group of people, screaming at the top of my lungs: "Help! Someone's trying to kill me!"
Owen and Bianca chased after me like bloodhounds, their voices dripping with fake concern as they spun their twisted narrative:
"Sweetheart!" Owen called out, his voice thick with manufactured grief. "I know you can't handle the guilt about my mother's accident. Please come back! We'll get through this together!"
Bianca chimed in with theatrical embarrassment: "Lily, it was an accident! Owen doesn't blame you for his mother's death, but running away like this is breaking his heart!"
Their game was crystal clear - they wanted everyone to think I'd lost my damn mind.
I reached the cemetery's main road, desperation clawing at my chest as I turned to the crowd: "Please! I didn't kill anyone and I'm not crazy! They want to murder me!"
My screams fell on deaf ears. That cold, familiar terror flooded through me - most people these days would rather look away than get involved. And with Owen and Bianca selling their "mental breakdown" story behind me, no one was stepping up.
Memories of my previous death flashed through my mind - dying alone at dawn in some deserted corner. Was I really going to die the same way, surrounded by people but just as abandoned?
Hell no. If no one would help me, I'd save myself.
My eyes locked onto a tall guy in sunglasses ahead. Without hesitation, I lunged at him, clinging to him like a lifeline.
"Please help me! Look at my hand - he did this with a shovel! They're trying to kill me!"
The stranger immediately shielded me, blocking Owen and Bianca's path with a glare. "What the hell do you think you're doing, chasing her like this?"
Owen's face twisted with rage when he looked at me, but his voice stayed sickeningly calm: "Sir, this is my wife. She hasn't been right since the earthquake - saw my mother die right in front of her. I need to get her home."
"Bullshit!" I spat. "If I hadn't dodged, Owen would've caved my skull in with that shovel and buried me in a hole! Please, I'm begging you - I'm not crazy!"
Owen snarled, trying to circle around my protector. "Get over here!"
I knew the moment he laid hands on me, it was over. At 6 feet tall and built like a linebacker, he could overpower my petite frame easily.
When his fingers closed around my arm, I twisted violently and sank my teeth into the back of his hand like a rabid animal.
But not this time. I wasn't going to just stand there and let him take my life again!
As Owen's shovel came swinging at my head, I reacted without thinking - my hands shot up to catch it. The metal edge bit deep into my palm, sending white-hot pain shooting up my arm.
Gritting my teeth against the pain, I mustered all my strength and bolted toward the nearest group of people, screaming at the top of my lungs: "Help! Someone's trying to kill me!"
Owen and Bianca chased after me like bloodhounds, their voices dripping with fake concern as they spun their twisted narrative:
"Sweetheart!" Owen called out, his voice thick with manufactured grief. "I know you can't handle the guilt about my mother's accident. Please come back! We'll get through this together!"
Bianca chimed in with theatrical embarrassment: "Lily, it was an accident! Owen doesn't blame you for his mother's death, but running away like this is breaking his heart!"
Their game was crystal clear - they wanted everyone to think I'd lost my damn mind.
I reached the cemetery's main road, desperation clawing at my chest as I turned to the crowd: "Please! I didn't kill anyone and I'm not crazy! They want to murder me!"
My screams fell on deaf ears. That cold, familiar terror flooded through me - most people these days would rather look away than get involved. And with Owen and Bianca selling their "mental breakdown" story behind me, no one was stepping up.
Memories of my previous death flashed through my mind - dying alone at dawn in some deserted corner. Was I really going to die the same way, surrounded by people but just as abandoned?
Hell no. If no one would help me, I'd save myself.
My eyes locked onto a tall guy in sunglasses ahead. Without hesitation, I lunged at him, clinging to him like a lifeline.
"Please help me! Look at my hand - he did this with a shovel! They're trying to kill me!"
The stranger immediately shielded me, blocking Owen and Bianca's path with a glare. "What the hell do you think you're doing, chasing her like this?"
Owen's face twisted with rage when he looked at me, but his voice stayed sickeningly calm: "Sir, this is my wife. She hasn't been right since the earthquake - saw my mother die right in front of her. I need to get her home."
"Bullshit!" I spat. "If I hadn't dodged, Owen would've caved my skull in with that shovel and buried me in a hole! Please, I'm begging you - I'm not crazy!"
Owen snarled, trying to circle around my protector. "Get over here!"
I knew the moment he laid hands on me, it was over. At 6 feet tall and built like a linebacker, he could overpower my petite frame easily.
When his fingers closed around my arm, I twisted violently and sank my teeth into the back of his hand like a rabid animal.
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