Wounded Heart

Chapter 18 Rampage

As William stormed out of the bar, his frustration simmered beneath his composed exterior. He expected Elena to follow, but as he turned, a pang of disbelief struck him. She remained seated, her defiance palpable.

"Well, are you coming, or do you want me to drag you out like a dog?" William's voice dripped with irritation.

Elena's response was cool, almost indifferent. "No, I'm fine. I can find my way home."

His patience wearing thin, William issued a warning. "Don't test my patience, Elena. You either follow me willingly, or..."

"Or what, William?" Elena's voice held a hint of defiance. "Follow you where? Do you think I answer to you anymore? We are done, William. I owe you nothing."

The mention of her grandmother, however, cut through Elena's resolve like a knife. "Oh really, what a bad grandchild you are. It seems you don’t care about your grandmother anymore."

Elena's eyes narrowed. "You better don’t mess with me. The hospital told me that a Good Samaritan sent her abroad for treatment."

A tense silence hung between them as William's words sank in. "And who do you think is that Good Samaritan?" he finally questioned, his tone laced with accusation.

Realization dawned on Elena, and with a heavy sigh, she conceded, "Fine, I'll follow you. But this changes nothing between us, William."

With reluctant steps, Elena trailed after William, uncertainty clouding her thoughts.

Elena and Williams stepped out of the dimly lit bar, the city's bustling nightlife enveloping them. As they emerged, Elena's eyes caught sight of Jason lingering outside, a flicker of concern etched on his face.

"Are you okay, Elena?" Jason's voice cut through the night air, his worry palpable. "I was worried about you, so I decided to wait outside for you."

Elena's gaze hardened as Williams stepped forward, his presence commanding. "Jason, I thought I told you to go home and not worry about me," she said firmly.

Williams interjected, his tone authoritative. "You better send your little boyfriend home now and get in the car, Elena. I don't have all day."

Jason's confusion was evident as he questioned Elena's decision. "Are you going with him, Elena? Why? You just met him in the bar today. You can't go with him."

“He is my ex-husband, Jason."Elena's admission hung heavy in the air.

Shock washed over Jason's face. "What? How? And you never once told me?"

"That's because he's the past I don't want to talk about," Elena responded tersely.

Jason pleaded with her, desperation creeping into his voice. "You can't go with him, Elena, please." You are divorced already right?.

But Elena's resolve remained unyielding. "I have to, Jason."

As she stepped into the waiting car beside Williams, she refused to look at Jason’s face.

Elena! Please don’t do this.

"Is it because of him you didn't come to look for me all this while you were out of prison?" Williams's voice sliced through the silence, tinged with jealousy.

Elena's response was swift, her tone sharp. "You must be delusional to think everything is about you. We are done, Williams, so there's no reason for me to look for you."

Elena sat in the car, the weight of Williams's words heavy in the air, mingling with her own thoughts. As they drove, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease, wondering what Williams wanted from her now.

Williams fell silent, the tension between them thickening as they continued their journey in silence. Eventually, they arrived at the house they had once shared, its familiarity a bitter reminder of their past.

Stepping out of the car, Elena surveyed the surroundings, everything frozen in time as she remembered it from two years ago. Confusion knitted her brows as she turned to Williams, seeking answers.

"Why did you bring me here, Williams?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

"Shut up and come in," Williams retorted sharply.

As Elena stepped inside, memories flooded her mind, each corner of the house a testament to the solitude she had once endured. While she lost herself in recollection, Williams's gaze remained fixed on her, silent yet searching, as if seeking to understand the woman she had become in his absence.

As Williams approached Elena, his steps deliberate and his gaze intense, she instinctively moved backward until her back met the unforgiving solidity of the wall. His question hung heavy in the air, laden with a mixture of concern and something darker.

"What happened to you, Elena?" His words were a whisper against her skin before his lips crashed onto hers with a ferocity that left her stunned.

Shock quickly turned to anger, and Elena reacted on instinct, her teeth sinking into his flesh. Williams recoiled in pain, his shout echoing in the room as blood filled his mouth.

"You b***h! How dare you bite me?" His anger flared, but Elena stood her ground, her eyes blazing with defiance.

"Don't you dare come near me again, or I'll do worse," she warned, her voice dripping with venom.

But Williams's control snapped, and he lunged at her, tearing at her clothes in a frenzy. Elena's pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued his assault, his actions betraying the facade of civility he wore.

"Stop, Williams! You animal, stop now!" Elena's cries echoed off the walls. What do you think you fiancée will say if she finds out that you can’t control yourself in the presence of your ex-wife? It was the mention of his fiancée that finally halted his rampage.

As his phone rang, interrupting the chaos, Williams's demeanor shifted, his voice strained as he spoke to Anna. Excusing himself, he left Elena behind, a mix of fear and relief flooding her senses.

Alone in the aftermath, Elena's laughter bubbled forth, a stark contrast to the violence that had just transpired. Acting like a mad woman. Outside the compound, Williams composed himself, his instructions to his assistant revealing a darker intent lurking beneath the surface. Find out what she has been up to since she was realized from prison.