His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 792

Gary was sweating bullets, his entire body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Five vials of deadly poison, each carrying the hatred of five souls.

It was odd, really. Not even when he’d had his arm hacked off by Jareth, or when he’d been shot thrice in a life–or–death struggle at the natatorium, had Gary felt the fear clutching at his heart as he did now, staring

death in the face.

Maybe Dean had hit the nail on the head. Having tasted the chance at life, however fleeting -countable on his fingers he found he couldn’t face death with the same abandon.

Dean’s eyes darkened with a ferocity that could cut glass, as he jabbed the first vial deep into Gary’s chest, the cold, thick needle vanishing into flesh!

Gary whimpered, shaking uncontrollably, his eyes bulging with horror.

“This one’s for Mr. Fairhaven’s dad murdered by you. After being injected, it’ll paralyze your limbs and set your

nerves on fire.”

Dean took the second vial, stabbing it viciously into Gary’s left rib, “And this is for Barry. You’ll feel like your guts are being ripped out, and your head will spin with nausea.”

Tears and snot streamed down Gary’s face, his pleading expression towards Dean drowned out by the unrelenting agony that made being shot feel like a tickle in comparison.

“The third shot’s for Mr. Fairhaven’s sake. You’ll foam at the mouth and gasp for breath,” Dean drove the

needle into his right rib.

Within seconds, Gary started to show signs of vomiting, but with his mouth sealed shut, the vile contents could only build up, and then flow back, clogging deep in his throat. The sensation of suffocation turned his face from red to a ghastly blue!

“The fourth, for the poor Ms. Marilla. After injection, you’ll go blind, and your pain will double.”

He plunged the needle through Gary’s belly, a chilling smile on his lips.

Gary’s vision blurred; toxins coursing through his veins caused spasms in his organs, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm. His bloodshot eyes reflected nothing but hysterical despair.

one, for my

his voice breaking, “She lived through storms of blood, endured so much pain. Never had a day to herself, and then she was gone. How can life be so unfair, so cruel? She never saw Mr. Fairhaven marry Mrs. Fairhaven, never found her own happiness. How could she just leave us like this? If I could go back, I’d die for her. I wish it was me who fell into that cold, empty pool. Gary, go to hell. Confess your sins to the devil, be reborn into the

that, he thrust the needle down with all his might into Gary’s

the bed stiffened, his fingers spread wide, a muffled groan escaping his lips. Then his life extinguished, eyes

abandoning the trolley as he slipped away. Just as he reached the stairwell,

thrust the door open and

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up, Dean felt a sense of defeat, ready to give up when suddenly, a black sedan, like a specter in the night,

car followed closely, stopping right in front

“Get in!”

from within the shadows of the car. Dean’s heart leaped, and he

in no time.

the other car’s blocking the officers at the hospital, Dean had managed to escape.

neon–lit Elmsworth Boulevard. Jareth’s hawkish eyes gazed emptily out the window, under the flickering light, his features still sharp and striking, yet tinged with an indescribable melancholy.

completely different person. Dean watched him intently, searching for the man he once knew as Mr. Fairhaven, but he was nowhere to be

Broken, completely shattered.

order. You shouldn’t

a long silence, Jareth finally spoke, “There were plenty of chances to kill Gary, and yet you

riskiest one.”

sorry, Mr. Fairhaven.” Head bowed, Dean’s fists clenched in self–loathing, “But I just wanted him dead so badly. Every day he lived felt like an insult! I’m sorry. I know I’ve caused you trouble, and

eyes, raising a hand to cut him off, “I didn’t want you involved because I didn’t want you

raced, his eyes widening, “Mr.

I

were Lily’s best

Dean couldn’t hold back his tears of

“Is he dead?”

him take his last breath. Rest assured, Mr. Fairhaven, his end was painful. I made sure of