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Return of the Villainous Wife

Return of the Villainous Wife

Funmilola

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"Those kids, they were not yours. My child was your only child." Ramsey was about to stomp her again, but he paused at those words. He was just going to stomp her until she released his leg so he could continue to ask her about the safe deposit box, but her words instantly enraged him. He changed the trajectory of his legs, and with every bit of his strength, Ramsey stomped on her head. "Crack!" Time stood still. Her hold on his leg loosened, and her body went limp. An eerie silence descended on the room. Ding, ding, ding... " The grandfather's clock started ringing, announcing the arrival of another hour. Ramsey finally blinked. He did it. He killed her. He had his revenge. ... ... After a gruesome death, Bianca Armando wakes up on a plane. She has gone back in time. Determined to stay away from Ramsey Royce, her past life's obsession, and Chloe, her best friend, and nemesis, Bianca focused on stabilizing her family and preventing them from falling into bad times again. But all is easier said than done as Ramsey refuses to acknowledge their breakup, and Chloe is intent on destroying her. It seems like there is nothing she can do to change her fate...

Chapter 1 You Deserve to Die!

"When my father asked me to leave after the accident, I didn't want to go. I didn't want to break my promise..."

"That wasn't an accident. If you had listened to instructions, what happened wouldn't have happened. My brother wouldn't have become a vegetable!"

Ramsey clenched his fists, doing his best to hold in his anger.

After maliciously killing his precious wife, Bianca Armond disappeared. It took him three years to find her. He thought she would be scared and beg for forgiveness. He planned to refuse her pleas and give her a gruesome, slow death. But Bianca wasn't even shocked when he walked into her bedroom. It was as if she was waiting for him. And to add insult to injury, she was bent on recounting the events of their younger days, reminding him of how stupid he was to have fallen for her and how it had cost him his brother.

With things not going his way, Ramsey's mood got darker. He looked around the darkroom. He needed to find a way to stop her from talking.

"Yes. You are right. I should have listened." Bianca said with a derisive chuckle. "If I had listened, Chloe would have died and everything that happened after wouldn't have happened."

Hearing the name of his precious wife, Ramsey growled.

"You killed her! You killed my kids! You deserve to die."

He stepped forward and grabbed her by the throat. Bianca made no effort to resist.

This close, with the help of the soft moonlight spilling into the room through the opened window, she could clearly see his gaunt face, slightly wrinkled with age.

When did he become so old?

He was just two years older than her. He was exactly 30 years old but looked like someone in their mid-forties. What could have stressed him this much? Was it the hate? She could see it in his dark eyes.

He had always hated her and never tried to hide it. But the murderous hate in his eyes was nothing she had ever seen before.

It was a perfect reflection of her previous self. The woman she was before she made her peace with the world. If she wasn't expecting it, fear would have crippled her senses by now.

Looking into her eyes, Ramsey saw no fear. Though her eyes were bulging and tearing up, she was as docile as a lamb, willing to die in his hands.

The scene of his late wife, slowly dying while he helplessly watched, flashed across his mind.

No. She must feel pain and fear. She doesn't deserve a quick death. I have to let her beg for her life!

Disgruntled, He released his grip and violently pushed her, crashing her back into the sofa behind her.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Her whooping disrupted the quiet night.

Ignoring her, Ramsey brought out a small torchlight. He turned it on and found the light switch. He switched on the bedroom light, then closed all the windows. He needed to see her face clearly. He needed to be able to remember the moment when the light died in her eyes. If not, her death would mean nothing.

Bianca remained on the sofa, coughing and feeling drained. Her breathing was whizzy and her face had turned red.

Getting choked and thrown by Ramsey wasn't new to her. Shouldn't her throat have toughened up by now?

What does it matter? After today, he will never be able to do it again. Let him have his fun. Let him have it. Just wait it out.

"I didn't kill her. I simply righted my mistakes." She defiantly continued as he moved around the room, looking for tools he could use.

"If I had listened, Chloe would have died. She was fated to die young, but I stopped it. Changed her destiny. I fell into the water because I wanted to save her. Your brother fell into a coma because he saved me after I saved her. So, yes. It was all my fault."

Bianca started laughing. Thinking about how naive and good-natured she was back then. She couldn't help it. No one told her that doing good gets punished.

"Lies! Stop calling her name, you bitch!"

Ramsey turned to her and kicked her back. Bianca fell off the sofa with a grunt. She choked on her laughter and started coughing all over again.

Hearing it, he felt a jolt of joy in his heart. Yes. He needed to see her in pain, but he couldn't find anything that could restrain her in this room.

Fuck it. I will just stuff her mouth and kick her to death.

Ramsey grabbed Bianca's hair and dragged her across the room until getting to her wardrobe. He then brought out some flimsy blouses. He folded them into a rumpled bundle and forced it into her mouth. After that, he wrapped a long shirt across her mouth and knotted it to the back of her head.

He placed her between his legs and the wardrobe. Resting his two palms on the cupboard, he started kicking her.

With her mouth stuffed, heavy kicks started landing on her chest and stomach. With each kick, pain surged and spread through her body.

Bianca couldn't make a single noise. All her groans were stuck in her throat.

Ramsey first focused on her stomach, and just when she thought she would faint from the kicks, he changed to her ribs. She knew the moment one of her ribs broke. The pain was sharp and intense, making her feel lightheaded for a few seconds. After the second rib broke, she started feeling choked. Like she was drowning.

He then switched to her head. He was wearing track boots used for mountaineering. Each kick was like a sledgehammer was hacking at her brain, jumbling it up. She tried to crawl away from him, but he kicked her back and forth like a ping-pong ball, making sure she was confined between his legs and the wardrobe.

For a long time, she dreamed of this day. What she expected was a bullet in the head. Why did he have to beat her up like this? Why not just kill her and be done with it? This pain was too much.

But she understood his rage. She could relate to it. If she also had the chance, she would have loved to kick Chloe to death. Chloe died too fast. She didn't suffer at all.

If there was anything Bianca regretted, it was irreversibly loving Ramsey and giving Chloe a quick death. If there was anything she would change, it was the day she met Ramsey. She wished that day never happened. And the day she saved Chloe. She wished she didn't.

Regret is a wasteful emotion. Been there, done that. She should just bear this pain. Though blinding and sharp, it wasn't as painful as what her heart had borne. At the end of it is peace...and maybe a new life.

As Bianca's vision started blurring, she ignored the pain, urging her body to shut down faster.

If I get another chance at life, I do not want to have anything to do with these two. Ramsey and Chloe, in my next life, may we not cross paths...

Just as she was about to get swallowed by the dark fog approaching her, a sharp pain snapped her back to her senses. That was when she heard the receding sound of a high-handed slap.

Opening her eyes, she found Ramsey glaring down at her. His eyes were blood-spotted and fierce.

Why did he stop? Just kick me to death already!

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