All Chapters of Return Of The Killer Ex-Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I was led by the guards to the manager’s office. My heart raced so fast, and I felt so tense, knowing I was about to meet the police. I imagined how my family would react when they received the news of my arrest. A lump formed in my throat, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.Upon entering the manager’s office, my eyes scanned the room anxiously, expecting to see the police. Instead, I saw only the manager, seated on his swivel chair behind a massive mahogany desk, a computer in front of him. The rich, dark wood of the table contrasted sharply with the bright overhead lights, casting shadows that seemed to deepen my sense of dread.“You can go,” the manager said, nodding at the guards who had brought me. They nodded back and left the office, the door closing behind them with a heavy, final thud.The room fell silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner. The manager’s eyes fixed on me, cold and assessing. I could feel the weight of his gaze, piercing through my defen

“Lydia?” I heard Joshua ask, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity and anticipation.I was still at that moment, but I slowly turned and cast my eyes on Joshua and Emma standing closely together. The air seemed to thicken with tension as I tried to read their expressions.“Yes, she’s in my room. She will be downstairs very soon,” Emma said with a smirk, bobbing her head frantically. I had never seen her that happy since I came. There was a glint of excitement in her eyes that I couldn’t quite decipher.I wondered who Lydia was that made Emma so happy. Was it another one of their family member? Because, obviously, the family members keep coming and coming. Just before I could wrap up my thoughts, I felt a bulge that tossed me a bit from my balance. The sensation was sudden, almost jarring, as if the very ground beneath me had shifted.I turned instinctively and saw a woman walk past me, dressed in a very body-clenching gown that held her curves so well it seemed almost sculpted onto h

There was an eerie silence after I heard the creaking sound from the door. My eyes lit up, wide and startled, with the apple still half-eaten in my mouth. I gently lowered my hand, still holding the apple, my eyes darting nervously to the entrance of the kitchen. The kitchen was dimly lit, with only a few small bulbs casting a faint glow, making it difficult to see the face of the person at the door. But one thing I was sure of was that someone was standing there.I didn’t want to ask, but I had to. “Who is it?” my voice shrieked, trembling with both fear and tension. The sound echoed slightly in the silence, adding to my unease.Quickly, I packed the remnants of the apple that I had hidden and shoved them behind me. Probably, I hadn’t been caught yet. If it were someone who wanted to catch me, they wouldn’t have hesitated to create a scene as usual. The air seemed thicker, the silence more oppressive as I waited for a response. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, and I could hear

“Why do you care to know?” Joshua asked, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity and a touch of defiance, crossing his leg casually on the bed. His eyes remained fixed on the screen of his phone, thumb idly scrolling through messages.I stood in silence, observing him intently. The soft glow from the screen illuminated his features, casting shadows that danced across the room. With a slight furrow of my brow, I pondered his response. Joshua seemed lost in his own world, disconnected yet strangely present.He finally lifted his eyes, meeting mine with a mixture of nonchalance and guarded interest. His lips curved slightly, a ghost of a smile playing on them as if he found amusement in my scrutiny.“What is it?” he asked, his tone indifferent yet betraying a flicker of anticipation, as though expecting me to reveal some hidden agenda.I hesitated for a moment, choosing my words carefully. The air between us crackled with unspoken thoughts, tension building like a storm on the horizon.

Joshua and I sat in the car for what seemed like an eternity. He sat motionless, hands resting on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. I, too, lacked the desire to converse. Instead, I sat in silence, occasionally releasing deep sighs, finding solace in the peaceful stillness that enveloped us. It was oddly soothing.After a few moments of quiet contemplation, Joshua suddenly started the engine with a burst of speed, and we departed from the mansion. I leaned back in my seat, curious about our destination. Since he wasn’t initiating conversation, I decided to reciprocate his silence. The wind outside swept across my face, tousling my hair. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, almost feeling myself dissolve into the atmosphere.“Where are we headed?” I finally asked, breaking the silence that had stretched on for what felt like ages, as Joshua continued to drive swiftly, the wind outside now whistling past my ears in an almost comical manner.I turned towards Josh