Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1772

Listening to the cold, mocking laughter from the voice message, Sylvia felt her heart plunge into an icy abyss. She never expected that even after being pushed to this absolute breaking point, Harrison still thought she was just putting on an act. To the Moore family, she was nothing but a money-making tool, and tools were not allowed to have tempers. Sylvia let out a sudden, bitter laugh. Gripping the edge of the bathroom sink behind her, she tried to stand. Her right leg had long gone completely numb, feeling like a useless log that refused to bear any weight. With a heavy thud, she collapsed back onto the waterlogged tiles. Her knees slammed into the hard floor, sending piercing pain through her bones, yet she acted as if she felt nothing at all, her eyes filled with a sickly, desperate madness. Inch by inch, she dragged her heavy body until she was directly beneath the sink. Her trembling hands scrambled blindly through the bottom drawer. Finally, her fingers curled around the small razor blade she usually used for grooming. The blade was short but incredibly sharp. Pressing the voice recording button on her phone again, she screamed hysterically. "Get out. Get out right now, or I swear I will die right here."

The moment the message was sent, Harrison replied instantly. The sneer in his tone was even more pronounced. "Do you really think these childish tricks can fool me? If you have the guts, go ahead and die. Sylvia, I am counting to three. If you do not open this door, you will be sorry when I get inside."

Harrison's condescending, commanding tone became the final straw that broke the camel's back. Sylvia suddenly burst into tears of laughter, a sorrowful and bone-chilling sound that echoed off the tiled walls. Without another second of hesitation, she clenched the razor tightly, aimed it at her left wrist, and pressed down with all her might.

A sharp, agonizing pain instantly tore through her entire body. The sickening sound of the blade slicing through flesh and skin was crystal clear in the quiet bathroom. Crimson blood welled up immediately, sliding down her pale wrist and dripping heavily onto the white tiles. It quickly pooled into a horrifying puddle of crimson on the floor. Looking at the blood, Sylvia felt no fear, only a twisted sense of vengeful satisfaction. She pressed the voice button with trembling, bloodstained fingers and screamed into the phone.

"I did it. Harrison, I cut my wrist." She let out a manic laugh. "Even if you break down the door right now, all you will take away is my dead body. None of you will ever use me again."

After sending the message, her strength evaporated. She let go, allowing the phone to slip from her fingers and splash into the bloody water.

Meanwhile, standing in the hallway outside Sylvia's apartment, Harrison finally sensed something was terribly wrong when he heard her bloodcurdling laughter and piercing screams through the speaker. His face fell as he roared into his phone. "Sylvia, have you lost your mind? What did you do? Say something."

But no response came from the message app. Just then, the elevator doors chimed open, and a locksmith carrying a toolbox hurried down the hall. Now genuinely panicking, Harrison pointed at the door and issued a frantic order. "Hurry. Pry this door open right now. Make it fast."

Seeing the man's frantic state, the locksmith did not dare delay and quickly dismantled the lock. The moment the door clicked open, Harrison rushed inside like a madman, screaming her name. He tore through the living room and stormed into the bedroom and bathroom, only to find the entire place completely empty. Not only was Sylvia nowhere to be seen, but all her clothes and daily necessities were gone too. She had moved out long ago. She did not even live here. Panic set in as Harrison hastily pulled out his phone and dialed her number. The call went through, but nobody answered. He paced anxiously around the empty living room before suddenly stopping in his tracks. If Sylvia really had committed suicide, it might not actually be a bad thing for the Moore family.