On My Son Birthday, My Husband Cheated With My Sister

He explained carefully.

Dylan froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. "What did you just say?"

"He..." The butler's voice faltered.

Before the explanation could continue, Dylan snapped, cutting him off. "You are in on this too, aren't you, another one of Ghislaine's little games? Tell me where she’s hiding Landon, or I will fire you!"

I could not hold back any longer after hearing his accusation. "You really think I’m that cruel?" My voice trembled, a mixture of sorrow and anger boiling beneath the surface.

Dylan’s glare cut through me when he said, "You are."

With a wave of his hand, he summoned his assistant. "Find out where Landon is. The butler is useless. If you do not have an answer by tomorrow, you are both fired."

I smirked through the pain. "Dylan, you are insane."

I did not stay to watch his temper flare again. With my suitcase, I left.

But Dylan’s reach was long. He made sure that Frelonia shut its doors to me. No place to go; nowhere to hide.

Then, even if I found temporary solace in my boutique, I should have known better if Karyn had no trouble finding me.

As the minutes ticked by, 11:59 p.m. The tension in my chest built as I stayed awake, knowing something was coming.

I could feel it. I had been there before, like reliving a nightmare on a loop.

Time passed. I made a quick excuse to go outside and throw out the trash. That was when I saw Karyn holding a tank of kerosene.

I froze for a second. Then, it all rushed back.

I stormed toward her, my voice rising. "What are you doing?"

She smiled, but her eyes were cold. "Oh, it is you. I did not think I would run into my dear sister again today."

Then, she continued, her voice dripped with mockery. "But do not worry, everything of yours will be better off in ashes, don't you think?"

Anger surged in me, but before I could react, her bodyguards were on me. They grabbed me, forcing me to the ground. I struggled, but it was useless.

"Hahaha," Karyn’s laugh was cruel. "You think you can fight me, Ghislaine? You have always been beneath me. It’s where you belong."

She walked around the boutique, spreading oil.

Then, she crouched down, pinching my chin with icy fingers. Her voice was a sinister whisper, "You know, as long as you are alive, I’m just the mistress. But once you are out of the picture, I’m not second anymore."

I struggled to control my fury, I asked her, "Karyn, what is this really about?"

She laughed again, louder this time. "You have been so rude to me lately. Not like the obedient, ugly duckling I grew up with. It does not suit you, dear," she sneered.

As her bodyguards tried to drug me, Karyn leaned closer, her voice softer but sharper than ever. "Oh, and by the way, I hired a driver to make sure Landon did not live past five. But do not worry, you will be joining him soon."

Her words hit me like ice in my veins. It turned out that my son’s death was not an accident. It was her.

My Landon. A rage deeper than anything I had ever known coursed through me. I could not let it end like that.

Despite the drowsiness from the drugs she had slipped me, I fought to stay awake.

But the drug was too strong, I slept for a moment and realized that the flames were licking at the edges of the boutique, closing in fast.

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, reaching for the scissors I had hidden earlier.

With a quick, desperate motion, I began cutting through the rope that bound me to the chair.

Even if my hands shook in panic, I managed to free myself.

With every second that passed, the flames grew louder, their crackling and snapping reminding me of the urgency. Karyn had already left, probably assuming I was as good as dead.

Stumbling to my feet, I ran to the second floor, grabbing a cloth. I tied it into a makeshift rope, securing it to the window. Smoke filled the room, the heat becoming unbearable.

I opened the window and jumped, using the cloth to lower myself down. The flames followed me, bursting out through the window as I descended.

Just as I neared the ground, the flames surged from the window I had just escaped, searing my back and legs. I screamed as the pain shot through me a light burn, but enough to remind me that I was still alive.

With the remaining energy, I ran away, trying to find a taxi to escape from there.

However, I inhaled too much smoke, making my consciousness even less conscious. With a thud, I fell to the ground.