Traitor Husband? My Reborn Bullet Found Him... Again! - Chapter 70: Chapter 70

"Miss, get up! You'll get sick."
Mrs. Rodriguez hovered with a towel, panicking.
I sat in the freezing fountain, watching Alex through the window as he babied Chloe in the living room.
Gently wiping away her tears.
For the first time, Alex disgusted me.
Hated myself more for wasting ten years on this asshole.
I let Mrs. Rodriguez towel me off like a rag doll, bundle me in blankets.
Definitely running a fever. Everything felt foggy.
God, I missed Dad.
One more night. Then I'm out of this hellhole forever.
That evening I was hiding in the guest room when Alex walked in like he owned the place.
Financial reports in hand, face like thunder.
"What's this visa fee charge? Where the hell are you going?"
"Not your problem."
I rolled over, back to him.
"Throwing a tantrum because I stood up for Chloe today?"
He sat on my bed.
"Chloe's from a poor family like me. You should be nicer to her."
"I'm trying to help you here. Having feelings for me shouldn't turn you into a bitch. Today can't happen again. Your jealousy is out of control."
My head was spinning too much to even argue.
"You're overthinking it. I genuinely wish you two. After this, we're done."
Alex grabbed my wrist, forcing me to face him.
"Evelyn, since when do you lie this smoothly? I know you're obsessed with me. You literally banned women from working near me. No way you're suddenly okay with this."
My eyes burned. I yanked my hand free.
"I was immature before. Not anymore. Chloe, whoever—I don't care."
"Cut the act. I was actually worried you might bail, but now I see you're just being dramatic."
"What else could a spoiled princess like you do besides follow me around? I'm used to you scaring off every chick who looks at me. Why the fake saint act now?"
"Play nice and I'll keep you comfortable forever. Just stop wanting what you can't have."
He tucked the blanket around me, all gentle-like.
Made me want to throw up.
Alex spotted a pearl hair clip on the nightstand.
"Still claiming you're over me? Then why are you keeping this cheap I gave you eight years ago?"
No clue how that got there.
"Probably Chloe threw it in here when she saw it was fake and worthless."
That diss hit both of them.
Alex's face went dark.
""Chloe's not shallow like that. You obviously still treasure it."
"Four years ago you almost got stabbed protecting this clip from a mugger."
I could still remember that terror.
But thinking it was the only gift Alex ever gave me? I would've died for it.
Back then, even a ten-dollar trinket from him was precious to me.
But watching him drop serious cash on Chloe's shopping sprees finally woke me up. When someone really loves you, they want to spoil you rotten.
I snatched the clip and threw it out the window without hesitation.
Alex instinctively reached for it but miss.
SPLASH.
Straight into the fountain.
"What the fuck?"
Alex lost his shit.
"How could you throw away my gift?"
"Don't want it. Don't need it. So I tossed it."
I looked at him calmly.
His face turned livid.
He glanced at my packed suitcase, then stormed out.
SLAM.
He locked my door from the outside.
"You're not going anywhere. Stay home and think about what you've done."
I yanked the handle. Stuck tight.
His voice came through the door.
"You're my sister, Evie. There's always room for you in my life."
But I didn't want that room anymore.
Morning came.
I heard Alex having luxury brands bring wedding dresses to the house for Chloe to choose from.
I quietly cracked the door, grabbed my suitcase, and slipped out through the back garden.
Before getting in the cab, I looked back. Mrs. Rodriguez was crying in the garden, waving goodbye.
This was my damn house. Alex had no right to lock me up.
Taxi straight to the airport. One last look at the prison that held me for ten years.