Left for Dead Came Back for Everything novel Chapter 70

Zander stared down at her sobbing uncontrollably, the faint red handprints still visible on her swollen cheeks.

The sight forcefully dragged his mind back to Eliza—when he had abandoned her in the ocean and during the earthquake. Had she felt this helpless, too?

The suffocating blend of sheer exhaustion and festering guilt completely drained him of the energy to argue.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice gravelly. "Fine. You used to come over all the time anyway."

The moment those words left his lips, a flash of psychotic ecstasy erupted in Yvonne's lowered eyes.

Watch and learn, Eliza. After tonight, Zander is mine for good!

Twenty minutes later.

The car pulled into the parking garage of Zander's apartment complex.

This was the home he used to share with Eliza—modest in size, but incredibly warm and inviting.

After being formally recognized by the wealthy Roth family, he rarely returned here.

But when Eliza had vanished, the agonizing withdrawal made him move back in just to feel close to her again.

Yet, stepping through the front door, the once-cozy sanctuary suddenly felt terrifyingly hollow.

Pausing in the entryway, he realized the matching slippers Eliza had meticulously picked out were gone.

Glancing into the living room, he noticed her favorite throw pillows had vanished too.

And the lush potted plants she had lovingly tended to on the balcony? Completely wiped out.

Zander froze in the middle of the foyer.

Why was he only just noticing this now?

He curled his hands into tight, agonizing fists.

"Are you okay?" Yvonne asked softly from behind him.

Zander shook his head. "I'm fine. I just need to rest."

Agitated, he shrugged off his coat and tossed it carelessly onto the sofa.

Then, as if every ounce of strength had evaporated from his bones, he collapsed heavily into the cushions, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

Yvonne swapped her heels for a pair of generic slippers, perfectly aware of what he had been staring at.

Every single trace of Eliza that had once infected this apartment—Yvonne had personally thrown them out, piece by piece.

She flat-out refused to allow a single item belonging to that woman to exist in this space!

But she quickly masked her vicious triumph, slipping seamlessly into the role of a sweet, devoted housewife.

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