Ex Husband, Prepare To Burn

Elara's POV

My fingers trembled so hard I could barely unlock my phone. One deep breath. One last ounce of courage. Then I hit send — the recording, Ian’s confession, every single shred of betrayal he had thrown at me. I attached it all with a note that burned like poison on my tongue.

> “Let’s see how calm you’ll stay when the world knows the truth, Ian.”

A single tear slid down my cheek as the message whooshed away. My world was already in ruins, but at least this… this was my strike back. Let him feel the helplessness he made me live through.

Just as I lowered the phone, another message came in.

> “She is 3 weeks pregnant.”

The words blurred.

Pregnant.

For a heartbeat, my body froze. Then it hit me like a tidal wave. I was carrying Ian’s child — the same man who had humiliated me in front of the world, who tossed me aside like I was nothing. A bitter laugh tore from my throat, cracked and hollow. Was this irony or punishment? I didn’t even know anymore.

The wind was cold against my skin as I wandered aimlessly through the dark street. Lost. Numb. Until the blinding glare of headlights made me stop.

Before I could move, a van skidded to a halt beside me.

A hand clamped over my mouth, rough and merciless. The sharp, chemical scent of chloroform filled my nose.

I kicked. I struggled. I screamed into that hand until the world started spinning.

Then everything went black.

*******

When I woke, the air was freezing. My head throbbed, my wrists burned. I blinked into dim light, and the steady sway beneath me told me exactly where I was.

A ship.

The ropes cut into my skin. Panic clawed its way up my chest.

And then I saw him.

“Finn?” My voice cracked as I turned.

My brother was tied to a post beside me, blood dried on his cheek. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of my voice.

“Elara?” he croaked. “Where… where are we?”

Before I could answer, one of the men’s phones rang. The kidnapper put it on speaker.

“Hello, boss,” he said.

A deep, familiar female voice replied — one I would never forget.

> “Is everything going as planned?”

“Yes, boss.”

> “Good. Get rid of them. Make it look like an accident.”

The man nodded. “Understood, Miss Camila’s orders will be carried out.”

Camila.

That name sliced through me like a blade.

Of course. Who else would it be?

But then, a darker thought slithered into my mind. Camila couldn’t do this alone — not at this level.

Unless Ian helped her.

He had the power, the reach… and the motive. He’d said once he wished I’d just disappear.

So this was how.

“You monsters!” I screamed, thrashing against the ropes. “Why are you doing this? Who sent you?”

The man closest to me laughed. “Don’t waste your breath, sweetheart. Death’s easier when you stop fighting.”

He pressed a gun against my forehead, his grin wicked. “But don’t worry, we’re letting the sea do the dirty work.”

The others laughed like it was a game.

Then the ship lurched violently — a deafening crash followed. Cold seawater surged in through the cracks.

“The hull’s breaking!” someone shouted.

The water was rising fast.

“Finn!” I cried. “We have to get out!”

He managed to slip his hands free and quickly untied me. “There!” I pointed toward a small speedboat bobbing beside the ship.

We ran for it, slipping and sliding across the drenched deck. But just as Finn reached the edge, one of the men grabbed his leg, dragging him backward.

“Go, Elara!” he shouted. “Go now!”

“I’m not leaving you!”

Gunshots exploded.

I froze. The world tilted. Then — silence.

“Finn!” I screamed.

I dove into the sea as the ship began to sink, waves swallowing everything. I searched through the icy water, calling his name again and again.

Nothing.

Only his blood spreading across the dark water.

I screamed until my throat tore, until my body was too cold to move. But somehow, I forced myself to keep swimming. I had to live.

If not for me — for Finn.

My body trembled violently as I dragged myself onto a reef. Saltwater stung my eyes, my lungs burned. But I didn’t close my eyes.

Not yet.

Not until Ian and Camila paid for what they’d done.

*******

“Ah—no!”

I bolted upright, gasping, drenched in sweat. Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, but the nightmare clung to me like a shadow.

“Mummy!”

Three familiar voices pulled me back to life.

Claire, Emily, and Noah scrambled onto the bed, their little faces full of worry.

“Mummy, you’re sweating!” Claire said softly, touching my cheek.

“I just did some yoga, darling,” I lied with a shaky smile.

Noah frowned. “Yoga doesn’t make people cry.”

Emily crossed her arms. “You always tell us lying is bad, Mummy.”

I exhaled, defeated. Their innocence broke through every wall I’d built.

Claire’s tone softened. “You dreamed about Uncle Finn again, didn’t you?”

I looked at their bright eyes — my beautiful children. My reason for surviving. The light that pulled me back from the darkness.

“I’m fine,” I whispered, brushing their hair. “I just… miss him, that’s all.”

Noah climbed closer, gripping my hands. “Then we’ll miss him together.”

My throat tightened. I smiled through the ache and hugged them tightly.

They didn’t know the full story. Not yet.

But someday, they would.

And when that day came, Ian Vance and Camila would regret ever crossing my path.

They thought they buried Elara Rhodes that night.

But all they did was awaken the woman who would destroy them both.