My Husband Never Dies - Chapter 22
His pale, slender fingers beckoned — impatient and expectant. But Evelyn ignored the gesture and pressed on, her voice cold.
“Anyone would’ve thought the same after receiving that gift.”
The velvet box, reeking of blood… it hadn’t been a gift. It had been a warning.
“Maybe I should’ve sent a love letter too.”
He mused, his tone hovering between jest and sincerity. To Calix, Evelyn wasn’t just an accomplice or a pawn — she was his wife. That delusion alone nearly made her laugh.
“A love letter?”
“Yes. If I’d included a heartfelt letter for my dear wife, perhaps you wouldn’t have run.”
“What a load of crap.”
With a hollow chuckle, Evelyn finally lifted her head. Her green eyes, sharp and burning, locked onto him, the image of this beautiful man reflected in them.
“What is it you really want from me?”
Calix didn’t answer. Instead, he smiled. His outstretched hand still hovered in the air, fingers gently curling.
“To come back home, to our home.”
The moment that uncanny mansion flashed through her mind, a chill ran down Evelyn’s spine. She didn’t want to go back to that place where everything was twisted. Staying in a space where her sense of logic and reality warped would surely drive her mad.
“Fxck off! I’d rather die here than go back there.”
The harsh refusal shot from Evelyn’s lips, and the man’s refined face tilted slightly. Faced with her unyielding defiance, he let out a sheepish laugh.
“That would be difficult.”
She didn’t answer.
“You want to stay here?”
Evelyn chose silence again. The duke’s well-shaped lips twisted slightly, and then he sighed as if to say it couldn’t be helped.
“There’s nothing good waiting for you if you stay here.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than the bloodstains that had remained only as smudges on the stone floor began to rise. The sticky liquid slithered slowly toward Evelyn.
“If you stay here…”
The Duke didn’t finish the sentence and just gave her a look of regret.
At that moment, several guards and soldiers entered through the open iron door. They didn’t seem to notice the Duke at all. Without sparing him a glance, they marched straight toward Evelyn.
“Evelia Locke.”
At this point, Evelyn wasn’t surprised by whatever madness unfolded. She glanced sideways at the soldier who had called her name. Judging by the intricate insignia on his chest, he was probably the captain of the guard or something close to it.
“Do you admit to the assassination of Prince Adrian?”
Evelyn stared directly at the man standing behind the captain. He was the one who had killed him, not her.
“No.”
“Sigh… I figured as much.”
At the captain’s nod, the soldiers behind him twisted her arms back with brutal force. Evelyn gritted her teeth as the pain of her joints nearly snapping wrung a groan from her. This kind of pain, she could take.
“We’ll get a confession and motive out of you one way or another, so you’d be wise to cooperate.”
The sheer absurdity of it made Evelyn let out a scoff. Even with her face contorted in pain, she couldn’t hold back a laugh.
“Hah! A motive? Ugh!”
Her mocking reply must have irritated the captain, who struck her across the face with a heavy hand. The leather gauntlet, embedded with metal studs, tore into her delicate skin.
Hot blood trickled down the line of her cheek.
“Cooperate. Unless you want this to get even harder.”
It felt like death was stepping in close.
She had survived countless beatings, being dragged through the dirt, barely enduring the pain, but this time was different.
There were no words she knew that could fully express this fear.
When things got unbearable, she used to be the first to run. If someone tried to strangle her life away, she killed them. That was that.
The man’s low, mocking chuckle echoed in her ears like a hallucination.
Bit by bit, Evelyn began to let go of her will to live.
“You know,” she said, locking eyes with the picture-perfect man standing expressionless behind the captain of the guard.
“I lived like s**t. Crawling around like trash, but I did try. I mean, I wasn’t kind or anything. I’ll admit that. If there’s a god, I’m probably hell-bound. But one thing’s for sure: every time, I fought like hell to survive.”
“The hell are you babbling about, you bxtch…?”
The captain, angered by Evelyn’s nonsensical muttering, raised his hand again to strike her.
Thud.
The hand raised high to strike her was suddenly severed and fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Suckerforshipping
i’ll finish for her!
“So I’m going to survive this too, you son of a—!”