Chapter 6: Ruining His Plan
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When Evelyn Collins opened the door and saw who was standing outside, her expression instantly turned cold.
It was none other than Frank Scott, who had rushed over from the company.
"Why didn't you answer my calls? I was really worried about you,"
He said, reaching out to gently touch her shoulder, putting on a concerned act.
Evelyn glanced casually at her phone on the coffee table—more than a dozen missed calls. She tossed out a flat, “Didn't see them,” and turned back to the dining table without another word.
Frank's hand froze midair. He clenched it into a fist and slowly loosened it again, forcing himself to hold back.
“Frank! Come on in! You silly boy—didn't Evelyn say you couldn't make it just now?”
Bella greeted her son-in-law warmly, lightly scolding her daughter as she pulled Frank inside and sat him beside Evelyn—only to find Evelyn subtly inching away.
Bella's eyes were filled with doubt.
Wasn't it Evelyn who had been so head-over-heels about marrying Frank in the first place? If not for her insistence, Bella and James would never have agreed to let their barely-twenty daughter marry and leave their side so soon. But now that they are married… why did they seem so distant? Had they quarreled?
Though suspicious, she said nothing.
The meal went on rather smoothly thanks to Frank's continuous attempts to please everyone. But when he began to subtly steer the conversation toward his company's project, Evelyn suddenly set her silverware down with a sharp clink on the bowl.
"No talking at the table. Isn't that basic etiquette?"
James and Bella were stunned, exchanging surprised glances. Now they were almost certain something had happened between the couple.
Frank lowered his eyes, but the darkness within them deepened.
With everyone harboring their own thoughts, the meal came to an awkward end. Bella took Evelyn upstairs for a private chat.
Evelyn saw the concern written all over her mother's face and felt her heart ache. But she hesitated—how could she offer comfort when the truth was too cruel?
She couldn't just tell her, *“I regret marrying Frank Scott because one day, he'll be the reason our whole family dies.”*
“Sweetheart, are they treating you badly over there?”
Bella asked gently, holding Evelyn's hand tightly, her eyes full of loving worry.
Evelyn forced a relaxed smile and quickly denied it.
“Mom, don't worry about me. I'm doing just fine. You and Dad just take care of yourselves—I'll come visit you often.”
Bella wanted to say more, but Evelyn cut her off and excitedly started talking about planning a trip for them to relax.
“Your dad doesn't have time for that. The company is doing better than ever—he's lucky to get a day off here and there.”
Evelyn nodded helplessly, but her heart tensed.
How could she protect her parents from getting caught in the storm between her and Frank Scott? That is what weighs on her most now.
Seeing that her daughter didn't seem too out of sorts, Bella felt reassured. They chatted a bit more intimately before Frank Scott's voice called from downstairs.
“Let's go, it's getting late.”
Evelyn frowned, gripping her mother's arm tightly.
“I want to stay the night here.”
The last thing she wanted was to return to that cold, hollow house with him.
“Not today. My sister, Emily Scott, has just returned from abroad. She came back just to meet her sister-in-law. Next time, I'll stay with you for a couple of days.”
Frank's gaze turned cold, like a venomous snake wrapping tightly around her.
With no choice, Evelyn reluctantly bid farewell to her parents, stiffly walking to the car. Just as she was about to open the back door, Frank stopped her.
“Sit in the front.”
The driver had mysteriously vanished. Frank got behind the wheel himself, his voice icy, the rearview mirror reflecting his sinister eyes.
Evelyn Collins opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately gritted her teeth and moved to the front passenger seat.
The accelerator was slammed down—
The car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.
The Collins home quickly faded into the distance, the scenery outside the window blurring in rapid reverse motion. Evelyn's heart thudded wildly in her chest.
She gradually realized—
This unfamiliar road didn't lead to the Scotts' residence at all. It was growing increasingly remote.
“Where are you taking me?”
Evelyn asked in panic, but her voice couldn't slow the rising needle on the speedometer.
In a daze, she looked over at Frank Scott—
And at that moment, she saw *him*, drenched in blood, terrifying like a demon on the night of that deadly fire from her past life!
“Aah—!”
Her scream pierced the air, slicing through the silence like a blade.
Evelyn clutched her head, her eyes squeezed shut in fear and anguish.
Tires screeched harshly across the asphalt as the car slammed to a stop.
Her body lurched forward violently, only to be yanked back by the seatbelt.
Still gasping for breath and struggling to recover, she sensed a shadow looming—
Frank Scott's tall figure suddenly leaned over from the driver's side.
His hands braced against the window behind her, effectively trapping Evelyn between his arms. His expression was dark, ominous.
Under the weight of his presence, Evelyn trembled. Her lips quivered. Just as she opened her mouth to speak—
Frank Scott moved.
Evelyn froze, holding her breath in terror—
Only to see Frank simply snatch her handbag and return to his seat.
It felt like she'd just come back from the brink of death. Her arms went limp with exhaustion.
But before she could even breathe a sigh of relief—
Frank's icy voice cut through the air like a whip.
“You said you were on your period. So why aren't there any feminine products in your bag?”
Evelyn's heart dropped.
Her lie—exposed.
She bit her lip, color draining from her face.
“I…”
The word had barely formed when Frank Scott suddenly lunged at her again.
He pinned her down, his harsh kisses landing on the side of her turned-away face.
“No! Let me go!”
Evelyn cried and thrashed in desperation, but couldn't stop his increasingly violent advances.
“We're husband and wife! What right do you have to reject me?!”
He roared furiously, tearing at her blouse with one swipe. His wet, feverish lips hovered near her collarbone.
Evelyn's stomach twisted violently. She couldn't hold it back any longer—
With a gag, she vomited.
The car was instantly filled with a nauseating stench.
Frank Scott recoiled, his face twisted in disgust. He looked down at the mess on his chest, veins bulging on his forehead.
Taking advantage of his pause, Evelyn threw open the door, scrambling out of the car in a daze.
Tears poured down her cheeks as she ran blindly into the dark, heart pounding with fear that he might chase after her.
In her panic, she didn't notice the stone in her path. Her foot slipped—
She fell forward, hard.
Agonizing pain shot up from her knee. Blood welled from a gash in her jeans, vivid and shocking.
As she gritted her teeth and tried to get up,
A hand suddenly grabbed her arm.
Terror swallowed her whole.
She screamed for help, beating wildly at Frank's hand, completely lost in despair.
*Why… why did I reincarnate into the timeline after marrying Frank Scott?*
No—*I should never have even met him!*
But her frantic struggle was useless.
She was far too weak.
With one cruel yank, Frank Scott pulled her toward him.
*Crack.*
Evelyn heard the distinct snap of her own arm. Pain, white-hot and blinding, swallowed her world—
And she fell into unconsciousness.
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