Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 345

Simon staggered home, his mind in a fog. Before he even reached the door, Ada's sobs echoed in the hallway.

"What does she want from me?! How long is this torture going to last?! I've had enough!"

Ada had been on edge for weeks, overwhelmed by the whispers and snide remarks from everyone around her. Her husband had run off with her sister, and it seemed like the whole world was mocking her.

Michael, her husband, couldn't handle her meltdowns and had stopped coming home altogether. Ada tried to take her complaints to Walter, but after a few visits, even the old family estate turned her away.

All she could do was stay home, caught in an endless shouting match with Sonya, losing her mind.

Simon, soaked to the skin, walked into the living room just in time to catch an ashtray Ada had hurled, hitting him squarely.

The pain didn't even register as he stumbled back, watching blood trickle down his face.

Ada gasped, rushing over. "Simon, are you okay?"

Simon absently touched his wound, memories flooding back to the day Sonya was caught with his father. He'd suspected Clara then, but dismissed it, thinking she loved him too much to do something like that.

Now, looking at the chaos in his home, he couldn't help but laugh.

Clara, with her impressive credentials, was anything but a fool. The way she'd pursued him, her act so convincing, proved she was shrewd.

Back then, Ada had given Clara a hard time, wanting to marry her off to Uncle Nate. And so Ada's picture-perfect marriage fell apart, and Uncle Nate faced his downfall.

Piece by piece, as everything clicked in his mind, Simon began to laugh.

Ada was terrified by his laughter, fearing he'd lost his senses.

"Simon, don't scare me. I'll take you to the hospital right now."

tried to lead him outside. But Simon stood firm, casually wiping the

"I'm fine, Mom."

eyes welled up. "This is all my fault. And

placing his hands on her shoulders. "I'll

kind to take charge. He was lazy, used

had changed, but she couldn't

Simon turned to leave.

held him back. "Simon, are you sure

with blood on his face, it looked

"Really, I'm fine."

out slowly, smoking a few cigarettes until he saw

millions from Michael. But she wanted more

Simon standing

cursing out loud,

are

cigarette, stamping

to talk to you. Come with me; let's go

Despite her antics, Simon hadn't made things hard for

followed

you like my own son. You're your

a quiet corner of the garden, away from

to her with

about to try a new angle when Simon suddenly grabbed her hair

even have time to scream, water filling her nose

her down with a fierce grip, submerging

for several minutes before