He Cried and Begged When It's too Late

My phone buzzed relentlessly in my bag, and I hesitated before pulling it out. The screen lit up with a call from one of the staff at Rose Corporation.

“Mrs. Rose,” the voice on the other end said, tight with urgency. “Adrian cancelled your flight and is demanding you go to the hospital. Something happened to Carmela.”

“I’ll handle it,” I lied, my voice calm.

Hanging up, I instructed the driver to drop me at the train station instead of the airport. Adrian expected me to take the plane, but I wasn’t about to make this easy for him.

At the station, I secured my ticket under my new identity. Boarding the train felt like stepping into another life, one where Adrian’s control couldn’t reach me.

The hum of the train filled the air as I settled into my seat.

My phone buzzed again, this time with Adrian’s name flashing across the screen. He wasn’t going to stop.

I answered, my voice icy. “What do you want?”

“What did you put in the food?” he demanded.

I feigned confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Carmela lost the baby,” he snapped. “It’s your fault, isn’t it?”

I froze for a moment, then forced myself to sound indifferent. “You’re blaming me for something I didn’t do? Typical.”

“Don’t play games with me, Felicity!” he shouted. “Come back and face this. Now.”

“I’m done letting you control me, Adrian,” I said, my voice firm. “I’m not coming back. Ever.”

Before he could respond, I hung up, tossing the phone onto the seat beside me. My hands shook slightly, but I wasn’t going to let him get to me.

I dialed my lawyer next. “Deliver the divorce papers to Adrian immediately,” I instructed.

The train rocked gently as it sped toward its destination, the rhythm almost soothing. My phone vibrated again—this time, a message from Adrian.

“What the hell is going on, Felicity? Divorce papers? What’s happening?”

“What about the business plan? The project? Everything we built together?”

I smirked, snapping a photo of the ripped contract from the deal I had worked so hard to secure. I sent the image with a single caption:

It’s gone. I gave it to your rival.

The reply came almost instantly.

“You’ll regret this.”

“I’ll make you pay for everything.”

I stared at the screen, his threats igniting a fire in me instead of fear. Every message he sent was another weapon I could use against him. I compiled the screenshots and attached them to an email, scheduling it to send to the police.

Finally, I blocked his number.

The train arrived at a quiet town just after sunrise. I stepped off. This place was nothing like the chaos I’d left behind. It was peaceful, slow—a good place to disappear for a while.

I found a small inn and checked in under my new identity.

After a quick nap, I ventured out, hoping to find something to eat. A cozy restaurant caught my eye, so I slipped inside and ordered something simple.

The television above the counter was on, the news playing in the background. I wasn’t paying attention until the words Breaking News flashed on the screen.

“The private plane carrying Felicity Rose, wife of billionaire Adrian Rose, has crashed,” the reporter said. “Authorities confirm remains have been recovered and believe Mrs. Rose to be dead.”

I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth. The reporter continued, showing images of Adrian walking past reporters.

“In a shocking twist, threatening messages sent by Adrian Rose to his wife have surfaced, making him a prime suspect. Police are currently investigating the possibility of foul play.”

A police officer appeared on screen, holding a file. “Mr. Rose’s messages indicate a motive,” he said. “We’re pursuing every lead.”

I leaned back in my chair, hiding a small smile. Everything was going according to plan.

Pulling out my phone, I opened a dummy account I’d set up earlier. I typed a single message and sent it to Adrian.

I know what you did. You killed your wife, Felicity.