Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 276

OLIVIA

When we got to the cemetery and Xander placed a knife on my throat. I lost my mind; I didn’t know what happened, but I think my brain blocked off everything for e. he numbed me because he wanted me to watch as he slaughtered me like a cow.

The man was sick and twisted beyond measure. Every moment that passed with the cold steel of the knife pressed against my skin only served to remind me of the darkness within him. He didn’t just want to kill me, he wanted to watch me suffer, to break me mentally before he ended it

I knew that I wouldn’t feel anything once it was over. The far, the dread, it would all go numb once my body gave in. Yet, that knowledge didn’t bring comfort. I didn’t want to endure it, not in the way he was forcing me to. Yes, death was inevitable, but I didn’t want to feel the cruelty, the violence of the act. I didn’t want to experience it, even if it was the last thing I would ever know.

Then, the gunshot rang out. At first, it seemed distant, almost like it wasn’t meant for me, but then the sound of it crept into my awareness, and I realized it was happening. I was frozen in that instant, suspended in an eerie silence. It was as if the whole world had stopped around me and in that moment, it felt like I wasn’t even there anymore. Only my body remained an empty vessel. My mind had shut down, overwhelmed by the sheer terror of what was happening.

Then, through the haze, I saw him, Marcus. My heart leapt in a strange, unfamiliar way. But as I focused, a wave of uncertainty washed over me. Was it really him? Or was my mind simply playing tricks on me? People say that when you are about to die, your life flashes before your eyes, that you are flooded with memories and faces of those you love.

grace, a reminder of the love and life I had lived. But instead of seeing everything, everything that I thought would matter most in that moment, I only saw him, Marcus. I waited for the next image to appear. I waited for the faces of my children, for the memories of our life together, but instead, all I saw were men in black suits, their faces shadowed and cold. It

sense. This wasn’t what I expected, not the comforting images of my children’s laughter or the warmth of home. It was unsettling, wrong, even. And yet, there they stood, distant, faceless men who seemed to represent something far darker than I could comprehend. My mind struggled to piece it together, but

voice in the distance, soft and reassuring, telling me

no matter how fleeting or distant it sounded. Even if my mind was playing cruel tricks on me, weaving illusions to shield me from the truth, I refused to acknowledge the fear that clawed at me, that I might be slipping away, that death was drawing nearer.

through a dream, I felt myself being carried somewhere. The world around me was hazy, disjointed, like a memory I couldn’t quite grasp. I could feel the motion, the movement, but

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bright lights, piercing and overwhelming, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw the “L that people talk about, the one youare supposed to see when you are on the verge of death, the one that

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was floating among stars in some unknown place, unable to tell what was real and what

My heart pounded, my chest constricted, and the emptiness of the moment began to swallow me whole. The sense of abandonment was unbearable. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was slipping away into something I couldn’t

me with a needle in hand. The sight of it was enough to send a jolt of pure terror through my body. I screamed, my voice raw and desperate, a primal sound that tore through the silence. I wanted to be free. I wanted to feel something, anything, pain, fear, anger, because the numbness, the emptiness, was worse than