Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 693

Wiona didn’t say a word. She just stared at Wilson, moving quietly from the foot of the bed to stand by his head. Without breaking eye contact, she reached for his IV bag and gave the tube a little flick.

Wilson froze, his face draining of color. Panic rose in his voice as he shouted, “Somebody… someone help! She’s trying to kill me, she’s going to hurt me!”

Still, Wiona kept silent. She watched him, her eyes steady as he grew more frantic and helpless. To her, he looked like a bloated, rotting fish tossed onto the shore, gasping for help that wasn’t coming.

Wilson kept glancing at the door, hope fading with every second that passed. Weren’t there supposed to be cops out there? How did she even get in? Why wasn’t anyone stopping her? He was supposed to be a criminal under strict watch, yet now he felt completely abandoned.

He tried to sit up, gritting his teeth against the pain, but he couldn’t even lift himself off the bed. The left side of his body was covered in burns. The right hand was gone, nothing but a bandaged stump. He couldn’t grab onto anything, couldn’t push himself up, so he tried to use his right elbow for leverage. It was useless. He just flailed, getting nowhere.

Seeing him struggle, Wiona squeezed the IV bag harder.

Wilson screamed. “Aah! My arm, my arm!” He watched the fluid gush out of the needle, and the spot in his arm swelled up like a dinner roll. The pain was so sharp that tears spilled down his cheeks.

“You’re insane,” he sobbed, his voice cracking. “What do you want from me, you crazy bitch?”

Wiona finally spoke, her voice calm. “Why don’t you guess?”

Wilson was gasping for breath, his face twisted in anger. “This is about those photos, isn’t it? You found out I took a few pictures of you. So what? It’s not even a big deal. I never got anything explicit, just a couple shots because I thought you looked cute. It was just a hobby, nothing more. You really think that’s enough to ruin me?”

He glared at her. “Don’t flatter yourself, Wiona. Even if I did something wrong, the law will handle it. It’s not up to you to punish me.”

The mask was gone. Wilson wasn’t pretending to be a gentleman anymore. He wasn’t trying to act like a father. There was no one left to fool, and he knew it. Wiona had already dropped any pretense with him, so he didn’t bother with the act either.

Wiona let out a cold laugh. “Punish you myself? If this counts as punishment, then you’re getting off way too easy.”

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