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!”

He clamped a hand over her mouth, his fingers pressing hard against her skin. “Kenji doesn’t care

around the fabric of her dress, tugging roughly. “After tonight, we’ll be married. You’ll have my child—no way out. Then, you’ll be part of the Ward family. Think about it… Endless money and a perfect life awaiting me,

he tore at her clothes. Scarlette thrashed beneath Zayden’s grip, but he was too strong. Her limbs ached, her lungs burned, and her vision blurred

She hoped her dad could save her. Then, a deafening crash shattered the

Zayden by the back of his neck.

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eyes rolled back as his body went limp. The car door was wrenched open from the outside, and Zayden’s lifeless form crumpled onto the ground like a discarded

herself against the seat, her entire

heavily. Then, he bent down,

as his rugged presence filled the space around her. Before she could

in his coat, not willing to

his breath, almost as if it was piercing