I advanced step by step as she screamed frantically, panic dripping from every word. In a flash, I struck her wrist and wrenched the gun into my own hand.
I leveled it at her forehead.
Evie collapsed like rotting flesh, clutching her head as she crouched in terror, her screams piercing the air.
“If you want revenge, know your place. Zavier, your taste is appalling.”
I took the ashes with me and left the chaos behind.
But Zavier didn’t return home, and likely never would again.
A night passed, and the world outside whispered that I had fallen from favor, that the blood-drenched demon who licked knives had been replaced.
For Evie, he had reformed himself, even going to prison to apologize one by one to those he had wronged, all in the name of accumulating virtue for their next child.
He reshaped the company, cutting every tie to the Morrison family. But I knew the only person he truly wanted to sever—was me.
He could shower Evie with gemstones worth tens of millions without hesitation. At a single word from her, he would spend recklessly to build a church.
When I heard the news, I laughed until I doubled over, tears streaming down my face.
“Denver, do you think God would even dare live in a man like that’s church?”
Denver said nothing.
But I understood, we had long since lost any protection from God. We were destined to dwell forever in darkness and blood.
He did so much, so much, for Evie, and I only pretended not to see.
Then the doctor’s message arrived. Evie was pregnant again, and Zavier was overjoyed, convinced it was the blessing of building the church.
He began preparing their wedding, blocked my number, and let only his lawyer contact me about the divorce.
I handed the phone to Denver.
“Sir has really gone too far this time. Tiffany, are you truly going to divorce?”
I shook my head. “In my life, there is no divorce. Only widowhood.”
“He wants a wedding, doesn’t he? Then I’ll give him a wedding.”
The night before their wedding, Evie sent me a message.
[I told you long ago, you can’t conceive because of your sins. But I am different from you.]
[Tiffany, give up. Zavier can only be mine.]
I laughed, cold and low.
She wanted Zavier, the man. What I wanted was his life.
On the wedding day, the hall was packed with guests, the same people who had once witnessed my wedding with Zavier.