Hello. I want to file for divorce with my husband Myron Lestrange. Id like to proceed with a compulsory execution.
Savina Nichols handed over their marriage certificate and both ID cards.
The clerk glanced at the documents and hesitated, clarifying, Savina Nichols? Are you that woman who was diagnosed with a mental disorder a month ago and accused a doctor of malpractice?
At once, Savinas hand clenched into a tight fist. Her head snapped up, her eyes blazing as she glared at the woman.
The clerk quickly lowered her head, lips pressed together in embarrassment, before reminding her in a formal tone.
Maam, you were only granted permanent residency here in America because of your marriage to Mr. Lestrange. If you divorce him, youll be deported by the end of the month.
Savinas grip tightened around the marriage certificate. A bitter laugh escaped her lips, and she replied confidently, I know. But dont worry, the embassy wont have to deport me by then. Ill leave on my own.
Three months ago, her son with Myron had been diagnosed with kidney failure. A transplant was the only way to save the kid.
However, on the day of the operation, just as the surgery began and their son lay cut open on the table, the attending surgeon suddenly walked out of the operating room.
The doctor had said, Im sorry, but performing such a basic operation would only lower my professional standards. I wont do it.
Because of her sudden withdrawal, the boys life hung by a thread. He survived but only to live paralyzed, bedridden for the rest of his days.
Afterward, Savina sued Helene Hester. But just when victory was within reach, Myron locked her inside their home.
Standing over her, he coldly said, Ive already withdrawn the lawsuit. Record a public apology. In return, Ill find the best doctors to treat our son.
If you refuse, he warned, Ill release proof of your mental illness. And that means youll never see your son again.
Savina couldnt understand. They were supposedly a family. How could Myron side with an outsider and even use their own child to threaten her?
Holding back her pain, she lifted her head and argued, Shes the reason my sons paralyzed! She deserves to go to jail!
Myron frowned in impatience. The next thing she knew, he had already uploaded her so-called psychiatric report online.
In a blink of an eye, public opinion turned against her. Everyone was cursing her, wondering why someone like her hadnt died yet.
Once upon a time, if anyone dared insult her, Myron would be furious on her behalf.
But now, he stood beside her enemy, helping to destroy her.
Are you going to apologize or not? he pressed.
Savinas nails dug into her palm until blood dripped onto the white carpet, staining it scarlet.
Myron, she cried, her eyes red, after seven years together, this is how you treat me?
For a fleeting second, a shadow of conflict flickered across his gaze. But then his face hardened again.
He pulled out their sons photo and warned, Ill give you one last chance, Savina. If you truly dont care about your son anymore, go aheadkeep being stubborn.
In the next moment, the screen in front of her showed a video of their sonhis oxygen tube being unplugged one by one.
In the end, Savinas voice trembled uncontrollably as she surrendered.
N-No! Dont take him away! Ill do it! Ill record it!
Once he had the video of her public apology, Myron just turned to the door, ignoring the turmoil her wife was going through.
Before he could leave her behind, Savina caught his sleeve with both hands, desperately asking, Myron who exactly is Helene to you?
His voice dropped low when he answered, My first love.
Suddenly, it was as if lightning had struck Savina. Every drop of blood in her body ran cold.
Only then did she finally understand why he had defended that woman again and again. She wasnt just anyone; she was the woman he had once cherished the most.
The first time Savina and Myron had met, they were both at their lowest.
Back then, his first love had dumped him just because he was poor and had no sense of direction in life. He was broken then, sinking into despair.
When he was at his worst, Savina was the only one who stayed by his side and helped him go through it.
She believed seven years could warm his cold heart.
Unfortunately, she had overestimated her love and underestimated Myrons obsession with his ex.
When the truth finally sank in, Savina accepted it without crying or making a scene. She was so calm that it was terrifying.
That was how, later, she tricked him; she stole his ID and came straight to the embassy to file for divorce by force.
Her thoughts drifted back as the clerk returned her documents.
Maam, once the one-month cooling-off period ends, your divorce will be finalized.
Savina nodded faintly. She glanced once more at the marriage certificate, and then, she sneered and tore it clean in half.
Love that had rottedand the man who had dirtied it? She completely threw it away like trash.
Just as she stepped out of the embassy, her phone rang. It was someone from her company.
Savina, Mr. Lestrange has already signed your resignation papers. But I think he doesnt realize it was you who filed it. Should I inform him?
That wont be necessary, Savina replied quickly. When the time comes, hell know.
By the end of the monthwhen the cooling period expiredhe would know everything.
When the hospital incident happened, shed already wanted a divorce. But Myron refused. Hed told her not to cause trouble, even threatening her using their own child.
If you insist, hed said, Ill send our son abroad for treatment.
If he could be so heartless, then she wouldnt mind taking her son and leaving Myron behind.
After completing the paperwork, she went back to the company to finalize her handover.
She had been with Myron since his lowest days and had watched him rise from a poor guy to the billionaire CEO he was now.
To ease his workload, shed turned down lucrative offers from Wall Street executives just to stay by his side as his secretary.
Thinking back on everything now, she couldnt help but find all those years of devotion hilarious.
She had almost finished packing when Myron suddenly returned.
Seeing her tidying up, his brows furrowed. Still, remembering her recent unstable condition, he softened his tone.
Youve been a bit off lately. Taking some time off to rest might be good for you.
Then, casually, he added, Dont wait for me after work tonight. Im picking up Helene.
For five years, the passenger seat of his car had always been hers. Now, it belonged to another woman.
Staring at the man she had loved for seven years, Savina felt a deep and bitter sorrow.
Clenching her fists, she asked again, Myron, are you really going to ignore what happened to our son?
At the mention of their child who had almost died, Myron lowered his gaze. In a low voice, he replied, Whats done is done, Savina. You cant just make the living go down with him. Thats not fair.
At those words, her eyes burned red.
Fair? she echoed bitterly. Was it fair when you spread lies about me being mentally ill just to protect that doctor?
Was it fair when you gave up justice for our sonall for your first love?
And what about me? I stood by you through the seven hardest years of your life, and you bring your mistress home. Tell me, Myronwas that fair to me?
Her voice rose higher and higher. Soon, outside the office, staff began to gather, watching.
Suddenly, Myrons eyes narrowed. Then, he seized her wrist in a painful grip.
Enough, he hissed. Youre at the company. If you want to fight with me, do it at home. Dont embarrass yourself here.
The next second, he flung her aside. Savina stumbled and hit the edge of the desk, her forehead cracking against the corner. In an instant, pain flashed white across her vision.
Seeing her fall, Myron instinctively reached to help her. But before he could, Helene came rushing in and threw herself into his arms.
Oh! Myron! Im sorry, she apologized sweetly. Works been crazy lately. I lost my balance.
His expression softened instantly. Its fine, he soothed her. Ill ask the housekeeper to make you some soup tonight to help you recover.
The two of them flirted openly right in front of Savina.
Biting back the pain, she forced herself to stand, clutching the desk for support, and turned to leave.
But as she passed Helene, the woman suddenly blocked her way with a dazzling smile.
Hey, I actually came today to give you a banner, she began. Im truly sorry about your child. To make it up to you, I applied for a special research program for him.
Our team is studying a new method to help paralyzed children walk again, she explained. Ive already sent Alonzo to the lab. Its a contribution to medical science.
In a way, your sons quite lucky. I mean, she added with a deliberate pause, hes bringing honor to his mom even in his condition.
She smiled even wider. This banners from the hospital. Its their way of thanking you.
Before Savina could react, the banner was shoved into her hands.
Her tears spilled uncontrollably. Her childher precious boyalready paralyzed and broken, had now been turned into a test subject just so that this doctor could complete her research.
Bitch! Give my son back to me! she snapped, raising her hand to strike Helene.
But before Savinas palm could fall, Myron caught her wrist midair.
Thats enough. Helene came here with good intentions, and you return the favor like this? he snapped in disappointment.
Savina, he said, his tone edged with a threat, keep this up, and you cant blame me if I divorce you!
Leaving those words hanging in the air, he turned and walked away with Helene in his arms.
Watching the two, Savina collapsed onto the floor. Her body shook violently as she clutched her chest, sobbing until she nearly passed out.
No one knew how long she stayed like that. At some point, she just pushed herself up from the cold floor, her expression blank.
She managed to find her way to the rooftop and there, she contacted a man from France.
Dike, she began, her tone eerily calm. You promised me once that if I ever got divorced, youd marry me, right? You also said youd propose with a two million gift.
Well, one month from now, Ill be divorced, she declared. Are you still keeping that promise?
In Wall Street, Dike Fitzsimmons stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, slowly turning the prayer beads on his wrist. The beads were old, the cord nearly worn through. But he couldnt bring himself to throw them away. They were a gift from Savina.
His voice came out low with a sneer.
Back then, you were willing to sell off every share you owned just to help him start from scratch. And after that, you stayed by his side, content to be a nameless little secretary.
A faint chill crept into his tone. I told you from the beginning, Myron isnt someone who brings peace. Follow him, and youll regret it one day.
The mans voice grew colder, edged with disapproval.
A gust of cold wind slipped down the collar of Savinas coat, cutting through to her bones. She pulled her coat tighter and let out a soft, self-mocking laugh.
Yeah, youre right. I was blind back then. But now now, I finally see clearly.
She hesitated, then asked quietly, You once told me that no matter what happens in the future, if I ever need your help, I can come to you. Does that still count?
Silence stretched on the other end of the line.
With every passing second, her heart grew colder. But she didnt blame Dike. She had brought this upon herself.
Taking a deep breath, she murmured, Im sorry. I was being presumptuous.
She was about to hang up when Dikes cold voice cut through.
Savina, I let you go once before. But since youve come knocking again, I wont let you walk away so easily this time.
Divorce Myron. Ill come for you at the end of the month. His tone dropped lower and colder. Remember thisif you marry me, I could only be widowed in the future. Not divorced.
Before she could respond, the line went dead.
The cold wind whipped across Savinas face before she let out a bitter laugh.
Years ago, Dike had been the youngest financial prodigy in Wall Streetthe man whod chased after her for three whole years.
Her heart had almost wavered. But then Myron came into the picture.
Back then, she had stood at the top of her game, and when she saw his broken and struggling figure, she couldnt help but reach out a hand. One act of kindness led to another, and slowly, affection grew between them. Eventually, she cut ties with Dike completely.
By the end of this month, she told herself, she would settle everything once and for all.
When she returned home, the first thing she did was call a few friends in Maryland, asking them to help her locate her sons whereabouts. Then, she went upstairs to pack her things.
She gathered every item Myron had ever given herevery reminder of their years togetherand packed them into boxes. One by one, she listed them online for sale.
It didnt take long for buyers to reach out. Just as she was about to move the boxes out of the room, Myron came home.
His gaze immediately fell on the luggage in her hands. His brows furrowed in displeasure.
Running away again? Savina, youre thirty now, not eighteen. I dont have the time or patience to keep coaxing you every day.
He crossed his arms, his tone laced with arrogance.
If you can stand this life, then stay. If you cant, then leave. But the child stays with me. Dont even think about taking him.
He spoke from a place of certainty, as though he knew she wouldnt dare defy him. After all, she was no longer the powerful woman who once ruled Wall Street. Staying by his side as a housewifehe believedwas her best and only choice.
Hearing those words, Savina felt both pain and absurdity twist in her chest.
This was the man she had loved for seven years.
If love could rot like this, what about family? Could affection curdle, too, so completely that a father could abandon his own child without a shred of guilt?
Her fingers clenched into fists. She lifted her gaze to him and asked, each word measured and trembling, Myron, Ill ask you one last time. Are you really not going to care about our son? Are you really going to leave him in that lab to fend for himself?
His eyes narrowed slightly. His voice dropped, calm but cutting.
Can you stop being so paranoid, Savina? Helene told me herself that sending him to the lab is for better treatment. Nothing will happen to him.
He frowned, his tone now laced with irritation. Are you worried about our sonor are you just jealous of Helene, so youre picking another fight?
The light in Savinas eyes dimmed. Just like that, her heart went cold.
Even now, he still thought this was about jealousy.
He truly had no idea that Helene had lied to him.
Savina had done her own investigationnone of the children who entered that research facility ever came out alive.
Her lips parted as she tried to tell him the truth.
Myron, Helene lied to
But before she could finish, a noise erupted from the living room.
Myrons expression changed instantly. Panic flickered across his face as he rushed out.
When she followed, she saw a side of him shed never seen beforegentle, frantic, and utterly devoted.
Helene had simply bitten her lip while eating fruit, yet Myron immediately called the family doctor to treat the tiny wound.
He didnt even notice that Savinas palm was bleeding, blood dripping quietly between her fingers.
Her chest tightened with stabbing pain.
And then his voice struck like ice.
Helene just got back from abroad. She hasnt found a place to stay yet, so shell be living here for now.
Before Savina could respond, Helene pouted delicately.
Myron, thats not really appropriate, is it? Savina already doesnt like me. If I stay here, wont it make her unhappy?
Before Savina could speak, Myron cut in coldly.
This is my house. If shes not happy with it, she can leave.
That made Savina freeze, her breath catching in her throat.
This was her house; the deed bore her name. He had once told her this was their homebuilt for both of them.
Helenes lips curved into a coy smile. Her eyes gleamed with provocation as she pointed at the diamond pendant around Savinas neck.
Savina, I really like that peace pendant youre wearing. I want that.
Before Savina could say a word, Myron ordered coldly, Savina, take it off. Give it to Helene.
When they first started the business together, Savina had stayed up night after night to help Myron; the sleeplessness left her with a chronic illness and a fragile body.
The pendant around her neck was something he had begged for at a church, where he kneeled three times and asked for forgiveness just to pray for her safety. He had said it would keep her safe.
But now, the person Myron wanted to protect was Helene, and Savina didnt want the pendant anymore.
Generously, she unclasped the safety charm from her own neck and handed it to Helene.
Myrons face tightened. He knew Savina disliked Helene, and that pendant had been on her for seven years; shed never once taken it off. He had expected her to refuse. He had not expected her to agree so readily.
That lack of control unsettled him. He frowned and asked sharply, You always said that pendant was the most precious thing you had. Why are you giving it away so easily this time?
Savina only lifted her head and met his gaze calmly. She returned his question with one of her own. Wasnt it you who told me to give it to her? Am I making you unhappy by doing it?
Her teasing tone stole the words from Myrons mouth. He had no reply.
After she handed the pendant over, Savina turned and left.
All day long, she kept herself busy purposefully without pause.
Myron convinced himself that her generosity was a show; he believed she would come find him within half a day. But evening arrived, and she had not stepped near him once. Instead, she had servants summon him to dinner.
Savina had prepared three dishes and a soupa strangers gentle economy of household skill. She was already seated at the table when Helene arrived.
Eat, Savina said coldly.
On the table were the kinds of dishes Dike liked.
Savina was leaving at months end; now was the perfect time to practice.
Myron, ignorant of that motive, only supposed shed cooked to please him. The thought put his unsettled heart at ease.
Helene sat down, too. Myron kept filling her plate, peeling lobster for her personally.
Meanwhile, Savinas arm tensedonce, Myron had often done it for her, but now, he no longer did.
After a few plates, the spiciness of the food made Myron furrow his brow. You know my stomachs sensitive. I dont like spicy food. Why did you make so many spicy dishes tonight?
Savina glanced at him. Dike liked spicy food; these meals were meant for Myron.
Myron was eating them only because Savina refused to waste them. The words nearly left her mouth, but Helene beat her to it.
Myron, dont blame her. After all, both of you arent childhood friends. How would she know all your likes and dislikes? Dont worry; Ill make some other dishes for you. With that, Helene tugged him toward the kitchen.
She chopped, and Myron hovered, worried she might cut her finger, so he handled the knife. She steered from behind while he stir-fried, afraid hot oil might splash on her.
Savina watched, slightly dazed. Once, shed imagined being by Myrons side like thatcooking togetherbut he had always said he had no time.
She realized now it wasnt that he had no time; it was that the person had changed.
Savina rose to leave, unwilling to stay, but when she turned, the dishes were already brought out. Myrons voice snapped, strict and loud.
Stop. The guest has just finished cooking. What do you mean by getting up and making a face? Sit down!
Savina clenched her fists, ready to refuse. Helene leaned close and whispered a threat into her ear, hush and harsh.
If you dont behave, Ill have people hurt your son.
Savinas eyes went frighteningly red in an instant. For her child, she sat back down.
Across from Myron and Helene, Savina watched the two of themhis affectionate attention, the way he fed her again and againand felt a sharp ache in her chest.
Myron kept spooning food into Helenes plate; Helene deliberately said, Savina, youre not eating. Do you not like my cooking? Myron told me you arent picky. Could it be that you simply dont like me?
Myrons gaze hardened. Savina, Helene made all these dishes herself. Dont be ungrateful.
Looking over the table of food, Savina gave a bitter little laugh. She was allergic to most of these dishes. Apparently, even Myron had forgotten.
When she still didnt move, he slammed his fork and spoon down on the table.
She lifted her eyes to his. I can eat, she said, quietly. But in exchange, let me see my son.
At first, he wanted to refuse; Helene had told him the child was in treatment and could not see outsiders.
But when he looked into Savinas eyes, he could not bring himself to say no. Finally, he answered, Fine. I agree.
Savina picked at the food with her fork and forced it down. Not long after, a rash covered her body in angry red bumps.
If Myron cared for her even a little, he would have noticed she was unwell. But his attention never wavered from Helene.
Suddenly, the difference between being loved and not being loved was so stark.
That night, Savinas allergic reaction worsened. She went to find antihistamines. When she reached the stairs, Helene was standing there, arms full of allergy medicine.
She sneered as Savina approached. You. I really dont like you. Myron is mine, yet you had his child.
You or that child? You both deserve to die. With that, Helene poured the pills into the sink and flushed them down.
Savina nearly reached out to teach her a lesson, but thinking of her son in her arms, she forced herself to turn and leave.
But Helene was not done yet; she blocked Savina and threw a stack of photographs at herphotos of Alonzo being abused.
In the pictures, the boys limbs were bound. Supposed treatments showed doctors repeatedly stabbing his body with needles and scalpels!
Blood seeped, and Savinas vision blurred red.
At that moment, something inside her snapped. She grabbed Helenes throat with both hands and hissed, Bitch! If you lay a finger on my son, Im gonna fucking kill you!
But before she could strike hard, Myron lunged forward and shoved her away, then slapped her with brutal force. Savina, youre hurting Helene again!
The blow stunned Savina; her head rang. It was the first time in all those years that he had hit her.
He paid no attention to the torn skin on her arms; he was wholly focused on Helene. He scooped the woman into his arms and murmured, Helene, Im sorry you had to experience this. Ill take you away with me.
Passing by Savina, he shoved her aside. She toppled to the floor; her shoulder crashed into a table, and she could not lift her arm.
But Myron did not spare a single word of concern; he simply turned and left.
When she moved her injured arm, she felt a stab of pain that cut to the bone.
The servants, unable to stand it, stepped forward. Maam, youre badly hurt. Would you like to go to the hospital?
She managed a bitter smile. No, thank you. I dont need to.
She forced herself upright and crawled back to her room. The first thing she did was call Dike.
Dike, she said, voice tight, I know you have people in the country. Help me shorten the cooling-off period. I want to leave in seven days.
Dike immediately made a few calls, and within minutes, everything was arranged.
Seven days later, Savina was finally free.
Her marriage with Myron had officially come to an end.
That night, pain consumed hersharp, raw, and unrelenting. She didnt go to the hospital, nor did she take any medicine.
She wanted to remember this pain and carve it into her bones. It was the price of loving the wrong man.
She drifted in and out of uneasy sleep, only to be jolted awake the next morning by Myrons angry voice.
He had come to confront her.
Savina! Youre the one who reported Helene to the hospital, arent you? Shes been suspended because of it. Are you proud of yourself now?
Her head throbbed, her body hot with fever. Dazed, she forced herself to speak. It wasnt me.
He let out a cold, mocking laugh. Cant even admit what you did? Seriously, Im getting sick of you.
Before she could defend herself further, Helene walked indelicate and pitiful as always.
Myron, let it go, she said softly. She probably just thinks I stole you from her. Its my fault, really.
Her act of meekness only deepened his pity for herand his hatred for Savina.
If youve done something wrong, youll face the consequences, Savina, he said coldly. No exceptions.
She just stared at him in disbelief.
She had never once admitted to the accusations, but he had already made up his mind.
They spent seven years together, and yet, not once had he truly believed her.
Helene nestled into his arms, casting Savina a triumphant smile.
Then, she said sweetly, Myron, actually, theres one way I might be able to return to the hospital. Our labs been working on an anti-addiction compound using cannabis, but we havent found a suitable test subject. If Savinas willing, shed be perfect.
In an instant, Savinas face went pale.
Before she could speak, Myron answered on her behalf.
Sure. Send her there.
Savina snapped, her voice breaking. Myron, are you insane?! Thats cannabis! Its dangerous! Youd really risk my life for that woman?
Helene raised a brow and smiled faintly. Savina, thats a harsh way to put it. Cannabis may be a toxin, but it also has medical value. Youd be doing something for the greater good. What a noble deed.
Savina grabbed a pillow and hurled it at their faces. If its such a noble deed, then you should go!
Helene burst into tears, trembling like a victim of unspeakable cruelty.
Myrons gaze hardened; he called for the guards.
Take her to the lab. Shes not to return until the experiment is complete.
Then, with chilling finality, he added, This is what you owe Helene.
As he turned and walked away, Savina felt something inside her shatter.
Myron How cruel could one man be?
Once locked inside the laboratory, she fought back. She refused to be their test subject.
But every attempt to escape ended the same waydragged back, shackled, her wrists and ankles bound in chains like an animal.
Each time she disobeyed, they shocked her body.
The people in white coats werent scientists. They were monsters!
On the first day, they injected cannabis directly into her veins, waiting to watch her body breakto see her beg.
On the second, they flooded her system with new antibiotics, testing her tolerance with no concern for her life.
By the third day, her mind was slipping away. But she saw Myron enter.
She cried out, desperate for help.
But he only said, expressionless, If she cant survive something this small, then its her fate.
Those words extinguished the last bit of life in her heart.
And then, she stopped begging.
By the fifth daythe day she was supposed to be releasedSavina looked unscathed on the outside.
But inside, she knew her body was nearly destroyed.
As she was leaving, she overheard two doctors talking.
Mr. Lestranges child cant hold on much longer. Should we send him to the hospital?
Absolutely not, the other said. If we do, everything weve done here will be exposed. Its just one life. If he dies, he dies.
Savinas blood ran cold.
Her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms.
Alonzo
She searched frantically until finally, mercifully, she found him.
He was barely breathing, his small arms bruised from countless injections.
Fighting back tears, she scooped him up and ran.
She drove as fast as she could toward the hospital, her hands trembling on the wheel. But the road ahead was blocked.
Please, she begged the staff, let us through! My sons dying!
One of them shook his head apologetically. Im sorry, maam. This entire 13.14-kilometer stretch has been closed. Mr. Lestrange rented it out for Miss Helene, his beloved, for her birthday celebration.
Suddenly, her heart stopped.
Her sons breathing was growing weaker by the second.
Mommy, he whispered, voice fragile as air, am I dying? Can you hold me again?
Savina broke down completely. Baby, please, just hold on a little longer, okay? Mommys going to get you out of here. Please, please dont leave me
She clutched him tightly, but his body was growing colder.
He looked up at the sky, where fireworks burst in radiant color.
Mommy the fireworks are so pretty. But I wont get to see them again.
His lips trembled. Mommy, Im so cold. Hold me tighter
She screamed and sobbed, her voice hoarse. Baby, I called the ambulance, pleasedont sleep. Dont leave Mommy, hm? Youre all I have Please dont go!
But this time, there was no answer.
Her child was gone.
At that same moment, as fireworks lit up the skythe grand display of Myrons love for Helenetheir son took his last breath.
Savina lifted her gaze toward the brilliant night sky, her tears burning with hatred.
Her son was dead.
And she would never forgive Myron or Helene!
Savinas son was dead, and she herself fell unconscious soon after.
When she finally woke up, the first thing she did was to cancel her sons civil registration.
At the office, the staff member asked gently, And the childs father?
He doesnt have one, she replied coldly.
A man like Myron didnt deserve to be called a father.
The staff member hesitated for a moment, then said nothing more. With a quiet snip, he cut the childs ID card in half and handed the pieces back to her.
After completing the process, Savina went straight to have her sons ashes cremated. Then, she returned to the hospital, cradling the small urn in her arms.
The moment she stepped through the door, Myrons furious voice lashed at her like a whip.
Savina! Werent you supposed to be sick? What are you doing running around outside?
A bitter laugh escaped her lips.
Their child was dead. Shed been handling his funeral arrangements, and yet in his eyes, she was just running around.
She was too tired to argue. Without saying a word, she held the urn tighter and walked past him.
Something in her empty gaze made Myrons chest tighten with discomfort.
What are you doing carrying that cursed urn around? Throw it out! Now!
As he spoke, he reached out to grab it from her arms.
But in that instant, she seemed to change completely. Her eyes burned red as she snapped, If you dare touch this urn, I swear, Myron, Ill fight you to the death!
Myron froze. The look in her eyes made his heart skip a beat. After a long pause, he finally lowered his arm.
Forget it, he thought. She must still be angry that I sent her to the lab the other day. Shes just making a fuss. Shell calm down in a few days.
With that, he straightened up and said evenly, You actually did well in the lab this time. Helene has been reinstated at the hospital, and theyve even promoted her to department head. Its all thanks to your contribution.
Im hosting a celebration dinner for her tomorrow night at home, he continued. Youre the lady of the house. Remember to come back and make the arrangements.
From beginning to end, Savina didnt utter a single word.
Noticing that, Myron frowned slightly. Alright, I get it. Youre upset. Once in a while, thats fineits cute. But if you keep showing me that face, itll stop being charming and start being annoying.
After Helenes promotion dinner, well go pick up our son together, alright? he promised.
Little did he know, Savinas heart bled at his words.
Their son could never be picked up again.
Alonzo was gonedead at the very moment his father chose to protect Helene instead of him.
Savina bit down her grief, forcing out a steady voice. Alright. Ill make sure everything is ready.
Hearing her agree, Myron let out a small sigh of relief. Shes still the same as before, he thought.
Moments after he left, Savinas phone buzzed. Her bank account had just received a transfertwo million dollars.
She immediately called the funeral home.
Hello, Id like to book the grandest funeral in the entire country, she said calmly. Tomorrow at ten in the morning. Arrange a hundred funeral cars to circle the Lestranges villa a hundred times.
I want the entire Maryland to knowthe Lestranges aren’t hosting a celebration tomorrow. Theyre hosting a funeral.
Oh, and one more thing, she added, her tone turning icy. Prepare the most spectacular fireworks you can. I want the words A life for a life blazing across the sky.
When she hung up, a cold smile curved her lips.
Her son was dead.
How could Myron and Helene possibly deserve peaceful days ahead?
After making all the arrangements, Savina went home with the urn in her arms.
That afternoon, she anonymously purchased the entire laboratory and retrieved all its surveillance footage.
The videos showed everythingthe abuse she and her son had suffered. All the evidence, every bit of it.
She placed her sons death certificate, the flash drive containing the footage, and all of Helenes crimes into a safe.
Then, Savina wrote one final message on it.
[Myron, from this life onward, we shall never meet again.]
At midnight, the car she had booked arrived.
She picked up her sons urn, grabbed her luggage, and walked out of the Lestranges villa for the last time.
From that night on, she sworeshe would never set foot in that place again!
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