Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 263

OLIVIA

It had been two days since Xander left, two days without food or water. My body had grown weaker with each passing hour, and I could feel every ache in my bones, every crack in my spirit. But there was a small sliver of hope amidst the physical torment: the sedative he had used to paralyze me was finally starting to wear off. I could feel a slight tingle in my legs when I pinched them hard, nothing much, but enough to give me the faintest

glimmer of relief. Soon, I would be able to move again.

That is, if I didn’t collapse from thirst and hunger first.

The worst part of being in that hellhole wasn’t the paralysis. It was the silence. The uncertainty. I had no way of knowing if it was day or night. Time had ceased to exist in that dark, suffocating tomb, and with each passing moment, I felt like I was slipping further from reality. I was literally buried alive, a prisoner in a catacomb of stone, with no one to help me, no one to hear my screams.

heart ached at the thought of them, but the fear of

At least in jail, people knew where I was. There was a chance for rescue. But this? This was like living in a grave, a tomb where no one could reach me. I was like a

dying without anyone knowing, without anyone caring. To be

to remember me the way

do that if I died here,

in these thoughts when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. For a moment, I felt a rush of relief, thinking it might be someone coming to rescue me. But then I looked up and saw Xander standing in

die alone in that place. He had a cruel way of showing it, but there was a strange comfort in knowing I wouldn’t be

asked, his voice cold and detached, as

to him.

head, feeling a mix of relief and bitterness. “I’m just thirsty and hungry,” I said, my voice hoarse and weak,