I Let His Mistress Die, Now He's Burying Me Alive - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Owen released me with a pained yelp. The sunglasses-wearing man cocked his head, suddenly alert. His eyes narrowed as they locked onto Owen with growing suspicion.
"Even if your wife's having an episode, you should at least try calming her down. But she's not the violent one here - you are, aren't you?" His voice turned steely. "Something's not right. If this is some cover to hurt her, I'm calling the cops right now."
His words worked like magic, drawing curious stares from nearby mourners. For the first time, hope flickered in my chest.
Then Bianca came charging in like some deranged guardian angel, throwing herself at my legs with theatrical sobs. Her arms vised around my thigh like shackles.
"Lily, please!" she wailed, turning on the waterworks. "Come home with us! Owen just lost his temper - he's devastated seeing you like this! Think of your mother-in-law... her spirit will never rest if you keep this up!" She turned to the crowd with practiced anguish. "Good people, our hearts break seeing Lily like this. Please, let us handle our family matter!"
The crowd swallowed her performance whole. Even my would-be rescuer hesitated as murmurs spread:
"Poor bastard - loses his mother, now his wife's having a breakdown..."
"Should we really interfere with family business?"
"That Morgan woman's a saint - arranging the funeral while dealing with this..."
"Did you see her bite that man? Clearly unstable..."
I felt the tide turn as Bianca's crocodile tears worked their magic. My throat closed up - what could I say against this perfect act? Even Sunglasses Man backed off with an apologetic shrug. "Sorry ma'am. Family matters should stay in the family."
He shoved me forward like unwanted baggage. Owen and Bianca swooped in with matching expressions of manufactured grief.
"Lily, we need to bury Mom!" Owen's voice cracked on cue. "She's waiting for her final rest!"
"We'll get you help right after," Bianca cooed, her grip tightening. "Everything will be okay."
I screamed raw desperation, thrashing against them. "LET GO OF ME! I'M NOT CRAZY! THEY TRIED TO KILL ME!"
The crowd might as well have been statues. Survival instinct kicked in - I had to run. Now.
As I bolted for the gates, their shouts chased me: "STOP HER! SHE'S DANGEROUS!" To my horror, bystanders actually moved to block me. I became a wild animal, elbowing through with adrenaline-fueled strength.
Fumbling with trembling fingers, I dialed 911: "They're trying to kill me! Cedar Valley Cemet—"
Owen's boot connected with my ribs, sending me sprawling. My phone exploded into plastic shards under his next kick. White-hot pain radiated through my body, but I forced myself to roll toward the hillside - anywhere but into their hands.
The world became a blur of stinging branches, tearing thorns, and jagged rocks as I tumbled downhill, each impact sending fresh waves of agony through my battered body.
"Even if your wife's having an episode, you should at least try calming her down. But she's not the violent one here - you are, aren't you?" His voice turned steely. "Something's not right. If this is some cover to hurt her, I'm calling the cops right now."
His words worked like magic, drawing curious stares from nearby mourners. For the first time, hope flickered in my chest.
Then Bianca came charging in like some deranged guardian angel, throwing herself at my legs with theatrical sobs. Her arms vised around my thigh like shackles.
"Lily, please!" she wailed, turning on the waterworks. "Come home with us! Owen just lost his temper - he's devastated seeing you like this! Think of your mother-in-law... her spirit will never rest if you keep this up!" She turned to the crowd with practiced anguish. "Good people, our hearts break seeing Lily like this. Please, let us handle our family matter!"
The crowd swallowed her performance whole. Even my would-be rescuer hesitated as murmurs spread:
"Poor bastard - loses his mother, now his wife's having a breakdown..."
"Should we really interfere with family business?"
"That Morgan woman's a saint - arranging the funeral while dealing with this..."
"Did you see her bite that man? Clearly unstable..."
I felt the tide turn as Bianca's crocodile tears worked their magic. My throat closed up - what could I say against this perfect act? Even Sunglasses Man backed off with an apologetic shrug. "Sorry ma'am. Family matters should stay in the family."
He shoved me forward like unwanted baggage. Owen and Bianca swooped in with matching expressions of manufactured grief.
"Lily, we need to bury Mom!" Owen's voice cracked on cue. "She's waiting for her final rest!"
"We'll get you help right after," Bianca cooed, her grip tightening. "Everything will be okay."
I screamed raw desperation, thrashing against them. "LET GO OF ME! I'M NOT CRAZY! THEY TRIED TO KILL ME!"
The crowd might as well have been statues. Survival instinct kicked in - I had to run. Now.
As I bolted for the gates, their shouts chased me: "STOP HER! SHE'S DANGEROUS!" To my horror, bystanders actually moved to block me. I became a wild animal, elbowing through with adrenaline-fueled strength.
Fumbling with trembling fingers, I dialed 911: "They're trying to kill me! Cedar Valley Cemet—"
Owen's boot connected with my ribs, sending me sprawling. My phone exploded into plastic shards under his next kick. White-hot pain radiated through my body, but I forced myself to roll toward the hillside - anywhere but into their hands.
The world became a blur of stinging branches, tearing thorns, and jagged rocks as I tumbled downhill, each impact sending fresh waves of agony through my battered body.
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