The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1382

Chapter 1382:

Scarlette turned her head, her breath hitching as she met Zayden’s gaze. The warmth he had shown earlier was gone, replaced by something dark—resentment and anger.

“Scarlette,” he murmured, his voice unnervingly calm. “Why can’t you just give me another chance? Is cheating a crime? Do you despise me so much that you won’t even grant me one last wish?”

A chill ran down her spine. Something was wrong. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge—locked.

Panic surged through her, and she fumbled for her phone, desperate to call for help. Before she could dial, Zayden lunged. His hand clamped around her wrist, yanking her down onto the back seat.

Her phone tumbled to the floor with a dull thud. Unnoticed by Zayden, the impact triggered its emergency function, silently sending out a distress call. Zayden pinned Scarlette beneath him, his breathing heavy with sick satisfaction.

Zayden leaned in, eager to claim her, but Scarlette thrashed against him, shaking her head violently. Disgusted, she instinctively cried out, “Kenji!”

over her mouth, his fingers pressing hard against her skin.

“You’re precious and delicate, and soon, you’ll be mine.” His fingers curled around the fabric of her dress, tugging roughly. “After tonight, we’ll be married. You’ll

as he tore at her clothes. Scarlette thrashed beneath Zayden’s grip, but he was too strong. Her limbs ached, her

deafening crash shattered the air. The car window exploded into

shot through the broken window, seizing Zayden by the back of his neck. In one swift, merciless motion,

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glass with a sickening crack. Blood splattered. His eyes rolled back as his body went limp. The car door was wrenched open from the

pressing herself against the seat, her entire body

bent down, his familiar gaze locking onto

Kenji. Tears blurred her vision as his rugged presence filled the space around her. Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly that she

tightly in his coat, not willing to let go for even

the raggedness of his breath, almost as if it was piercing her