Chapter 6
Snapped back to reality, Veyne ignored the foul–smelling egg yolk dripping down his forehead and immediately called his assistant.
“Check how my father–in–law has been doing in prison lately. And find out where Eleanor and her mother are. You have ten minutes. If
you can’t get it done, don’t bother showing up at corp tomorrow.”
He hung up and wiped his forehead, nearly gagging from the stench.
Stripping off his filthy designer suit jacket, he tried in vain to scrub the mess from his hair–but the smell clung to him like guilt.
Frustrated, he stomped downstairs, shoved the jacket into a trash bin, and sped off toward the company.
Exactly nine minutes later, his assistant called back.
“Sir… your father–in–law, Mr. Ethan… he took his own life in prison. It happened yesterday.”
“As for your wife and her mother, we haven’t been able to track them. But surveillance showed a military–grade vehicle their apartment last night. That vehicle never exited the city.”
Veyne slammed the brakes.
The car behind him had no time to react and crashed into him with a sickening bang.
His forehead smashed into the steering wheel. Blood streamed down his face.
arked outside
As it trickled down his cheek, a memory flashed through his mind–Eleanor, blood running down her shoulder at the funeral home, clutching a broken urn.
He snapped, voice trembling with rage. “Why? Why did he kill himself?! What happened to him?!”
The assistant stuttered on the other end, stunned by the sudden outburst.
“I… I don’t know, sir. But I heard Miss.Sylvia visited the prison before it happened.”
Sylvia?
A sharp twitch ran through Veyne’s brow.
Just then, someone banged on his car window.
The rear driver stood outside, shouting in fury.
Veyne rubbed his forehead and rolled down the window. Before the man could even open his mouth, Veyne roared, “Get
Whether it was his recognizable face or the sight of blood soaking his hair and face, the driver froze, then scurried off without another word.
Veyne grabbed a cigarette from the glove box, bit one out of the pack… then crushed it in his hand and hurled the pieces out the window.
The assistant stayed on the line, too afraid to hang up.
Finally, Veyne growled, “Keep digging. I want the truth about Ethan’s death. And I want to know where Eleanor is.”
He ended the call and didn’t spare a glance at the crumpled bumper or shattered trunk. He spun the wheel and drove straight back to the villa.
When he opened the door, the sight nearly sent him into another rage.
The place was wrecked.
Every photo of me and him–smashed. The matching mugs I gave him–shattered. Even the sofa covers I’d picked out–ripped to shreds and scattered everywhere.
And there, in the middle of the destruction, Sylvia sat among the wreckage, deflant, tears silently streaming down her face.
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In the past, a scene like this would’ve softened Veyne in seconds. Her tears had once reminded him of me during our dating days.
But now?
Now she looked nothing like me.
Because Eleanor–no matter how hurt, no matter how angry–never played the victim after doing something wrong.
Veyne stepped over the shards and slowly crouched in front of her.
Sylvia’s red–rimmed eyes followed his movement downward.
Just when she thought he was about to console her like always… he grabbed her by the throat.
“Who told you to smash all this?” he hissed, voice low and dangerous. “Who gave you the right? Who the hell do you think you
His grip tightened.
Then–rage consuming him–he shoved her face into the shattered glass.
Blood bloomed instantly as shards tore into her skin.
She screamed, struggling, hands flailing to pry his fingers off her throat.
“V–Veyne, stop! You’re hurting me!“““p
But this time, there was no tenderness. No hesitation.
His eyes were red, his fingers like iron.
He wanted her to suffer.
are?!”
པ་ར་ར། །གས་ཆ་གསྐད་ན
Terror overtook Sylvia. This man-
-this Veyne- -was
a
stranger.
A man ready to kill her.
“Wait! Let go! It wasn’t me -it wasn’t my
idea! Eleanor told me she didn’t want it anymore. She didn’t want any of it!
just helping
you clean up!”
Veyne froze.
“What did you say? Eleanor was here? She told you she didn’t want it anymore?”
“What exactly did she say?” His voice dropped to a deadly calm. “If you lie to me, I swear I’ll make you wish you were dead” id
Sylvia clutched her chest, coughing, inching backward across the shards.
A sliver of glass lodged in her palm, but she didn’t dare cry out.
“Yes… last night.., she came back. She said she didn’t want anything anymore–not you, not your house, not your things. Nothing.”
Veyne’s lips curled into a cold sneer.
“I gave you a chance. And you think that gives you the right to lie to me?”
He stood up, snatched a heavy vase from a side table, and raised it high–ready to smash it over her head.
But just as he lifted it, something fell from inside the overturned vase and rolled across the floor.
A ring
It spun once, twice… and stopped right at his feet.
He looked down.
It was the wedding ring.
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The same one I refused to take off after losing it once.
The one I said I’d never part with–ever again.
