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!”

with rage. He clamped a hand over her mouth, his fingers pressing hard against her skin. “Kenji doesn’t care about you,” he

will interrupt us,” he whispered, his tone dripping with malice. “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 have my child—no way out. Then, you’ll be

lips as 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 as desperation took

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

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

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eyes rolled back as his body went limp. The car door was wrenched open from the

against the seat, her entire

heavily. Then, he bent down, his familiar gaze locking onto hers. “Scarlette,” the voice rasped. “It’s

space around her. Before she could

tightly in his coat, not willing to

the raggedness of his breath, almost as if