Served Scraps By My Cruel Husband

ing in the silence. He was going to his office, his sanc

," she purred, her voice sickly sweet. "Bolden wants you to drive him to that new development site. You know, the one where they're building the new Mathews

e air. You're not allowed to go anywhere alone. You'r

d, my voice flat.

satisfaction. A small victory for her. B

nce lived. The city skyline, once a symbol of my ambition, now a monument to my loss. My stomach tightened. This wasn't

dhood home. The one Bolden and Kan

eel tighter. No.

ort of the old familiar gate. Bolden wasn't even aware

d, my breath caught in my throat. My home. My beautiful, sprawling family estate. It was gone

orange vests moved like ants, dismantling what was left. My heart shatter

startled. "What are you doing? Where is the house? Where are the

oing up. They moved the family cemetery to the new site, though. Out n

was still absorbed in his phone. "Bolden Richardson, isn't it? The new CEO. Amazin

me, saw the gaping wound where my home once stood. And then, a shadow passed over h

"It was just an old house. Sentimental value, I know. But progress, m

e. The earth seemed to tilt beneath me. A wave of nausea w

ran. I ran towards the old Mathews Corp office park, towards the new site, towards

crete and splintered wood. Broken pieces of my life, my history, scattered everywhere. I scrabbled through the debris, de

n. My fingers closed around a familiar smooth, cold object. It was a fragment of t

n my face. "Oh, Father. I'm so sorry. I failed you.

dropping to almost nothing. The

where are you?" His concern, I knew, was purely for appearances. He couldn't a

rast to the gloom. She found me first, her eyes wide with a m

, grabbing me by my good arm, her nails digging in. "What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you dare ruin

rted with rage. "You should have stayed locked u

gasped, struggling to breathe, the stench of damp earth and shattered dreams filling my lu

are you doing?!" Bolde

l her, Bolden! Tell her you'll choose me

rst into the pit, the marble fragment still clutched in my hand. Kandace screame

ment pierced my side, a searing pain blooming across my ribs. Kandace landed on top of me, her weight

ion blurred. I could hear

down the muddy slope. He reached us, his face pa

er ankle. "Bolden! My ankle! It'

He reached for Kandace, pulling her into his arms. "My love, my poor

er, bleeding out on the floor, and Bolden, holding Kandace, pretend

out, a raw, despera

of something, perhaps guilt, perhaps annoyance. But

y here. I'm going to call for help." He kissed her forehead, then scrambled b

my tears, my blood, my pain. "Father," I whispered, the name a ragged breath. "I'm so sorry. I