When My Husband Planned My Death, I Planned His Fall

I curled in a corner, shaking, hugging my shoulders. I hid my face in my knees, holding back sobs.

Fear took hold of my heart. My nails scratched my wrapped hands until the light smell of blood told me I was still alive, slightly easing the huge panic in my chest.

Time moved slowly in the dark, after what felt like forever, the storage room door finally opened.

I awkwardly and slowly looked up, seeing Luther standing in the shadows. For a moment, I thought I saw hurt in his eyes, but it faded fast.

He gently carried me out, his voice soft, as if we had gone back to the start of our love.

"Lyra, are you willing to leave now?"

I felt the warmth of his touch, yet my body remained cold. I turned my eyes away, a forced smile on my lips.

"And if I still don’t want to?"

The next moment, he threw me onto the floor. Pain rushed through my body and my face became even paler.

He held my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye.

His eyes were dark with anger, a silent weight pressing on me. "You don’t want to?"

Seeing the cold in his eyes, my heart fully died.

"I’ll send it."

I calmly met his eyes, slowly moving my hand away.

"I’ll watch you send it."

The cold look in Luther’s eyes faded and he pushed the phone into my hand.

I signed in to my page, typed my clarification message and sent it.

Luther nodded in ease, getting ready to leave. I grabbed his sleeve, my voice calm. "I have a document here for you to sign. Sign it before you go."

He looked at me with doubt, then picked me up with an annoyed tone and carried me back to the ward. "What document?"

I nervously took out the endpapers, handing them to him, but before I could speak, his assistant interrupted me.

"Mr. Edwards, Miss Collins just saw the negative comments online and passed out from crying."

Luther’s face changed. Without even looking at the documents in his hand, not knowing what he had signed, he simply signed his name and rushed away.

I forced a small smile, lowered my head and signed my name too. The divorce papers were now in use.

Tomorrow, I could leave this place.

I showed the divorce agreement to my lawyer. "Help me finish the steps and move all assets. Withdraw all investments I made in Luther."

But before I leave, I will make those two pay!

After the doctor treated my wounds, I went back with no change of mood to the villa that was no longer mine.

I walked in after typing Calliope’s birth date and opened the door.

Inside the villa, almost all my things had gone and the room had been changed to Calliope’s style.

The only thing that had not changed was the small cloth piece I had made myself, hanging on the wall.

This was from a trip Luther and I took. I had heard that wall cloths could show words we never said.

So, I poured my love for Luther into it and worked on it for half a month.

But Luther never saw it.

I laughed at myself, took a lighter and lit a corner of the wall cloth. The fire spread fast and thick smoke rolled through the room.

Now that we were divorced, there was no need for the marital home anymore.

What first belonged to me, even if I would not want it, Calliope could not take it.

I turned and left the villa, stopped a taxi and said, "Driver, to Dobbie Group."