The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 151

No Remorse

3RD POV:

“She should have died in there,” she hissed venomously, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “She deserved to burn alive.”

Every officer’s grip on her tightened instantly, their faces hardening.

Jacob’s eyes widened in shock and disgust. He clenched and unclenched his jaw, trying to control himself. “You’re actually sick. You need psychiatric help.”

Martin stared at her with pure, undisguised disgust. “You’re so done. Completely done. You’ll never see the outside of a prison cell again.”

Lucas looked at her one more time and said with absolute certainty, “But she didn’t die. She’s alive. She survived because she’s stronger than you’ll ever be. And I genuinely hope you die alone in a cell.”

Janet’s mother, hearing her daughter’s words, collapsed into even harder sobs. Fear ran visibly through her entire body. “Janet, why? Why would you say that? We’re going to be all over the news! We’re going to be tagged as kidnappers and attempted murderers! Our lives are over!”

Her father just shook his head over and over, like the motion could somehow erase what they’d done. “This wasn’t supposed to… we didn’t mean for it to go this far… we never meant for…”

But no one was listening to their excuses. Because at the end of the day, they’d believed that no one cared enough about Hannah to look for her. They’d thought she would die in that fire and Janet could step in as Elijah’s comforter. As a perfect stepmother to the twins.

They’d been so confident, so sure of their plan. Both parents had been planning to go on an expensive vacation after all of this was over, funded by the dividend payments they were still receiving from Hannah’s marriage to Elijah all those years ago.

Money they’d gotten from selling their daughter like property.

Jacob rested a gentle hand on his shoulder, grounding him. “We all do. But we need to calm down first so we can drive safely. I’ll take Elijah’s car since it’s here. You two should take yours. We’ll all meet at St. Monica’s.”

The firefighters were still working behind them, putting down the last stubborn flames. Water hissed against hot wood. Smoke still rose into the night sky, though less violently now.

But the worst was over and the fire was nearly out. Or maybe the worst was only just tje beginning.

Because in that ambulance racing through the night, a woman who had suffered more pain in the last few days than most people experience in a lifetime was clinging desperately to life.

And next to her, half-conscious, half-broken, with his hand still reaching for her even in his haze was the man who would burn a thousand buildings just to bring her.

But was the worst really over?