I Let His Mistress Die, Now He's Burying Me Alive - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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Words failed me in that moment. A crushing weight of despair settled over my heart, snuffing out any will to fight back.
Before I could react, security guards hauled me to the spot where my fate would be decided—right beside my mother-in-law's grave.
Owen had personally chosen this resting place, tucked away at the edge of a quiet, tree-covered hillside. He said his mother had always valued peace, and this secluded spot, far from the noise of the main road, was perfect for her.
The guard shoved me in front of the tombstone before stepping back, indifferent. Owen stood nearby, his icy gaze slicing through me. Then, with a cruel smirk, he kicked me hard, sending me sprawling face-first onto the dirt.
"Kneel and apologize to Mom! Beg for what you did to her!"
"Owen Miller, you'll regret this!"
I knew there was no walking away this time. No pleading, no bargaining. Just bitter defiance as I glared up at him, my neck straining.
His bloodshot eyes burned with rage as he seized my hair, yanking me down. My skull cracked against the hard earth, and warm blood trickled down my temple. As I lay there, Owen dropped to his knees before the grave, his voice breaking.
"Mom! Do you see this? I made this murderer kneel before you! She'll pay for what she did!"
"Rest in peace, Mom. Just rest."
Then, Bianca's voice cut in, sharp and urgent. "Owen, it's noon. We need to bury her now—no more delays."
He nodded, but his hate-filled stare never left me. It was the look of a predator, cold and merciless. In one swift motion, he kicked me toward the open grave.
"After you apologize, you're going down with her. Bianca, help me. Let's end this."
With that, he grabbed the shovel and started digging. Clumps of dirt rained down on me, burying me alive.
Bianca hesitated, her voice trembling. "Owen… this is murder. You'll go to prison!"
"She killed my mother! What else am I supposed to do? Ask her nicely?" His laugh was hollow. "Don't act scared now. You were the one who told me to kill Lily so I could marry you! You wanted this—no backing out!"
My heart hammered in my chest. Even in my last moments, I never expected to hear such a twisted truth.
"That was you!" Bianca shrieked. "After five years of marriage, she couldn't give you a child! Your mother hated her for it! You both said it'd be easier to just kill her so you could make me your wife! Don't pin this on me!"
"I never wanted her dead!" Bianca's voice cracked. "I just wanted you to divorce her! Not this! I won't go to jail for you!"
Owen sneered. "Too late. You think letting her go changes anything? You're in this just as deep as I am. Stay quiet, and no one will ever find her. You really think you can walk away now?"
"No! I can't do this!" Bianca turned to run, but Owen lunged after her, shovel in hand.
"You coward! Get back here! Try to run, and I'll bury you too!"
"Owen, you're insane! Let me go! I won't say anything, I swear! I regret everything!"
They struggled near the grave, their shouts fading into the distance. Seizing the moment, I twisted my bound wrists against the shovel's sharp edge, sawing desperately until the rope frayed.
Finally free, I tore off the restraints around my ankles and scrambled up—just as Owen leaped back into the grave, his expression murderous.
Before I could react, security guards hauled me to the spot where my fate would be decided—right beside my mother-in-law's grave.
Owen had personally chosen this resting place, tucked away at the edge of a quiet, tree-covered hillside. He said his mother had always valued peace, and this secluded spot, far from the noise of the main road, was perfect for her.
The guard shoved me in front of the tombstone before stepping back, indifferent. Owen stood nearby, his icy gaze slicing through me. Then, with a cruel smirk, he kicked me hard, sending me sprawling face-first onto the dirt.
"Kneel and apologize to Mom! Beg for what you did to her!"
"Owen Miller, you'll regret this!"
I knew there was no walking away this time. No pleading, no bargaining. Just bitter defiance as I glared up at him, my neck straining.
His bloodshot eyes burned with rage as he seized my hair, yanking me down. My skull cracked against the hard earth, and warm blood trickled down my temple. As I lay there, Owen dropped to his knees before the grave, his voice breaking.
"Mom! Do you see this? I made this murderer kneel before you! She'll pay for what she did!"
"Rest in peace, Mom. Just rest."
Then, Bianca's voice cut in, sharp and urgent. "Owen, it's noon. We need to bury her now—no more delays."
He nodded, but his hate-filled stare never left me. It was the look of a predator, cold and merciless. In one swift motion, he kicked me toward the open grave.
"After you apologize, you're going down with her. Bianca, help me. Let's end this."
With that, he grabbed the shovel and started digging. Clumps of dirt rained down on me, burying me alive.
Bianca hesitated, her voice trembling. "Owen… this is murder. You'll go to prison!"
"She killed my mother! What else am I supposed to do? Ask her nicely?" His laugh was hollow. "Don't act scared now. You were the one who told me to kill Lily so I could marry you! You wanted this—no backing out!"
My heart hammered in my chest. Even in my last moments, I never expected to hear such a twisted truth.
"That was you!" Bianca shrieked. "After five years of marriage, she couldn't give you a child! Your mother hated her for it! You both said it'd be easier to just kill her so you could make me your wife! Don't pin this on me!"
"I never wanted her dead!" Bianca's voice cracked. "I just wanted you to divorce her! Not this! I won't go to jail for you!"
Owen sneered. "Too late. You think letting her go changes anything? You're in this just as deep as I am. Stay quiet, and no one will ever find her. You really think you can walk away now?"
"No! I can't do this!" Bianca turned to run, but Owen lunged after her, shovel in hand.
"You coward! Get back here! Try to run, and I'll bury you too!"
"Owen, you're insane! Let me go! I won't say anything, I swear! I regret everything!"
They struggled near the grave, their shouts fading into the distance. Seizing the moment, I twisted my bound wrists against the shovel's sharp edge, sawing desperately until the rope frayed.
Finally free, I tore off the restraints around my ankles and scrambled up—just as Owen leaped back into the grave, his expression murderous.
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