Till Death Do Us Part... Or I Do - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

A thunderous explosion ripped through the air, sending flames roaring into the sky. The fire engulfed everything around us, its heat pulsing like a living beast.
Louis's car was obliterated—crushed beneath the truck, now nothing more than a twisted skeleton of metal and shattered glass.
The servants and bodyguards stood frozen, their faces pale with shock.
"Is that… Sir Louis's car?" a servant stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Call an ambulance—now!" another shouted.
"Get the fire extinguisher!" a bodyguard barked.
"Someone notify security—immediately!"
Chaos erupted as voices overlapped in a frantic chorus.
Within seconds, instinct kicked in. The bodyguards charged toward the wreckage, plunging into the flames to drag Louis from the mangled remains. They pulled Nicole out just as the fire surged higher, swallowing what was left of the car.
Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder as ambulances and fire trucks descended on the scene.
Tears streaked my face, but the servants misunderstood my silence.
"Madam, don't worry," one said gently. "Sir Louis has been taken to the hospital. He'll pull through."
I lowered my head, saying nothing.
I remembered our wedding day. I had told Louis then—if he ever stopped loving me, just say the word. I would have walked away without a fight.
But he never did.
Instead, he picked fights over Nicole. Again and again. Every time, I asked him point-blank: Have you fallen for her? And every time, he dodged the truth with excuses.
It wasn't until Nicole's pregnancy couldn't be hidden anymore that he finally admitted it. His feelings had changed.
Even then, when I was ready to leave, he refused to let me go. He wouldn't grant me a divorce. Instead, he grew colder. Crueler. As if hurting me proved something.
Now? I didn't care what happened to him.
He deserved every second of it.
News of the crash reached Richard Anderson, Louis's grandfather, fast.
Louis was barely clinging to life—severe burns, his lower body wrapped in bandages, a respirator forcing air into his lungs. Nicole was worse. Pulled from the wreck too late, her body broken, the baby she carried already gone.
Richard stormed into the hospital room, fury carved into every line of his face.
Without warning, he struck me.
Crack.
The slap echoed through the room.
"You vicious witch!" he roared. "First, you push my grandson down the stairs, now this? I told him not to marry you. What kind of spell did you cast to make him defy me?"
His lip curled in disgust. "That curse in your family—I should've known. No Jefferson woman is worth a damn."
He raised his hand to hit me again.
This time, I dodged.
His swing cut through empty air, momentum nearly sending him stumbling. A servant caught him just in time.
"You dare evade me?" Richard snarled.
I wiped blood from my lip and smirked. "Hit me again, and I swear Louis never wakes up."
Richard froze, arm still raised. "What did you just say?"
My smile sharpened.
"The rumors about Jefferson women? They're true. Louis got hurt because he betrayed me." I gestured around the room, my voice dripping with venom. "All of this? His fault."