After Losing Her, He Went Crazy novel Chapter 13

My pupils shrank, my face pale as I stood frozen in the hallway.

The noisy crowd pressed in, and I wandered to the rooftop, the nurse’s words echoing in my ears.

The fifteenth of last month—the day I asked Elon for a divorce, the day he locked me in the room, not even letting me out of bed.

He trapped me in that tiny apartment, and I never got to see grandpa one last time.

An anonymous video appeared on my phone—a strange private room.

I clutched my pregnant belly, sprawled on the floor, covered in fish soup, while Elon sat coldly at the head of the table.

A foot, wearing a single shoe, was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Elon, gaunt and tired in his tailored suit, knelt before me, trying to put the shoe back on.

"Emma, can we go home now?"

His face tense, he gripped my waist, trying to pull me from the edge.

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