Chapter 5 Madness
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Easton was now nothing more than an irrational madman, a ticking time bomb ready to explode.
Honestly, unless he was here to sign the divorce papers, I had no interest in seeing him. With an annoyed sigh, I activated the intercom from inside the house. “This door costs ten grand, Easton. If you break it, I’ll make sure the repair bill lands on your company’s desk.”
Hearing this, Easton paused, his aggressive pounding ceased, but the fury in his expression remained. His face was pressed up against the camera, his eyes wild as he shouted, “Gianna, you witch! It’s bad enough you walked out on me, but now you won’t even let me in!”
“What gives you the right to put our house on the market without my consent? That’s my home! You have no right to do that!”
As his words sank in, I suddenly recalled that before our marriage, Easton had only rented a tiny apartment. The only thing he owned was a beat-up, secondhand car. He must’ve realized, upon returning from the hospital that the security guards had been instructed to deny him access. Used to the luxury of a sprawling estate, the thought of returning to a cramped rental was unbearable for him. And with him blowing through his paycheck every month and dipping into my funds for big-ticket purchases, Easton was now penniless and effectively homeless.
Without a stable address, he’d lose his job. And without that job, who knew if his darling Leah would still fawn over him.
A sly smile crept across my face. How I wished I could fast-forward in time to see how Easton’s story ended.
“Gianna! You filthy! Open this door now!” His voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and grating. Covering my ears, I rolled my eyes at the screen showing his distorted face.
“Easton, you must have the brain of a chimp. That estate is my pre-marital property. I’m the sole owner and fully entitled to sell it.” I smirked. “As for you, you’ve been nothing more than an unwanted guest these past few years, just a fool. Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of and keep dreaming.”
I ended the call, ignoring the sight of Easton still ranting and swearing at the monitor. Though his mouth was forming curses, I blissfully ignored the words. And soon, the guards arrived to escort him away.
Flanked by two towering security guards, he was lifted off his feet like a squirming child, his face as red as a baboon’s. Oddly enough, it reminded me of Leah’s expression that day. I had to admit, they really suited each other.
I thought that with the guards removing him, I’d finally have peace. But I underestimated just how far Easton’s desperation would push him. The next time, he didn’t just come to cause a scene. He came to kill me.
In the dead of night, I was jolted awake by frantic screams from the staff. My eyes shot open to a scene that sent a shiver down my spine and left me paralyzed with fear. Flames, everywhere. The window was ablaze, and fire licked at the walls. Thick smoke choked the room, making every breath labored. My eyes stung, tears streaming uncontrollably.
A housemaid rushed in and helped me to my feet. We stumbled toward the exit, only to find every path blocked by the inferno. With no choice, we raced up to the rooftop.
Standing on the rooftop, I felt the heat sear through the floor beneath me. Fire surrounded us on all sides, closing in fast. We didn’t have much time before it swallowed us whole.
Below, through the smoke and chaos, I caught sight of a figure I knew all too well. My heart filled with dread and rage.
It was Easton. He was laughing maniacally, clutching a gas can and pouring more fuel onto the fire.
He was really trying to kill me. He wanted me dead.
The man who had been in the wrong all along, now shamelessly intent on taking my life.
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