Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 546

Nikolai, Drake, and the others couldn’t help but breathe easier when they saw her reaction. As long as she didn’t distract Conrad, they knew he wouldn’t lose. Thankfully, she was solid—her strength never let them down.

Wiona didn’t scream, but her nails dug deep into her palms. She was shaking, her eyes locked onto Conrad, worry etched into every line of her face. Conrad, please… Please be okay…

Conrad was younger, stronger, and healthier than Devin. Even his frame was more solid. Devin might have still looked wild, fighting like a madman, but the endless struggle was wearing him down. His steps faltered, his energy faded, and that wild spark in his eyes started to dim.

In the end, Conrad yanked Devin up by the collar and slammed him to the ground. He landed a heavy punch that sent blood spraying from Devin’s mouth. Devin couldn’t get up again.

Breathing hard, Conrad leaned over him. “You wanted to know whose ashes were in that urn? The urn you dug up from my supposed grave, the one you smashed yourself. Since you’re so eager, I’ll tell you. They belonged to the only person in this world who ever truly loved you, the only one who never gave up on you. Still don’t know who I mean?”

Devin’s eyes went wide, burning with hate and confusion. He shook his head, desperate to deny it. “No… No, that’s not true… No! You little bastard, how could you? How dare you touch her?”

He lunged for Conrad, grabbing his arm so tightly his fingers left marks, rage and grief twisting his face.

Wiona stepped in fast, turning to Peter and the others. “All of you, back off for now.”

Conrad’s words grew quieter, but each one hit Devin harder. He started coughing up blood, choking and gasping until his eyes bulged. He wasn’t dying—he just couldn’t process any of it. He didn’t understand, didn’t want to believe, refused to accept any of it.

Conrad wasn’t about to let him off easy. He hauled Devin up and slammed a fist into his chest. Devin choked out a cry, collapsed, and vomited more blood onto the floor.

Conrad stared down at him, cold and unforgiving. Just then, Annette stumbled forward. She grabbed Devin’s shirt, her voice trembling with disbelief and a hint of madness. “It was you? Jonathan’s death was you?”