NovelEnglishChapter 252 But Adah was already blinded by hatred, utterly unmoved. Her hands clamped down around Nathan's throat, fingers digging in so hard her knuckles stood out pale against her skin.
"Die, you monster! I'm going to kill you!" she screamed, her bloodshot eyes filled with a wild, desperate fury-a longing to tear him apart, piece by piece.
Nathan clawed at Adah's hands, desperately trying to pry her fingers loose from his neck. But her grip was iron, unyielding, like a vise locked tight around his windpipe. No matter how he struggled, she wouldn't let go.
His eyes rolled back, showing whites, tongue lolling from his mouth as he gasped for air, his face contorted in terror.
He thrashed wildly, arms flailing in the air, searching for anything to save himself. His body arched and writhed atop the bed, legs jerking uncontrollably from pain and lack of oxygen, sheets twisted into a tangled mess beneath him.
Outside the hospital room, Claire Linwood watched the scene unfold through the narrow glass pane in the door, her expression cold and detached.
She'd always imagined Adah as someone gracious, someone who would quietly endure betrayal, forgive with little hesitation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut now, seeing Adah's frantic, almost feral retaliation, Claire suddenly understood: even the gentlest soul can snap when pushed beyond heartbreak and pain. Only when the lash truly lands on your own skin, she thought with a bitter smirk, do you finally understand how much it hurts.
Claire's face was touched by amusement, her eyes icy and unsympathetic. She looked on as if none of this concerned her a distant, indifferent spectator.
Adah had grown up wanting for nothing, surrounded by comfort and luxury. What she cherished most was never money, but the purity of love a genuine connection.
And now, in just a matter of moments, everything she'd cared about had vanished like a dream at dawn. She was shattered, her world collapsing around her.
Her hatred for Nathan had sunk to her very bones; she kept her hands clamped tight around his neck, refusing to let go.
Nathan's face was turning purple; he flailed desperately, panic overwhelming him. In his struggle, his right hand groped blindly across the bedside table and landed on a fruit knife in the bowl of apples.
Survival instinct took over-he didn't even think. He plunged the blade toward Adah.
With a sickening squelch, the knife sank into flesh.
Adah's scream tore through the room-a raw, bloodcurdling wail that seemed to shake the very walls.
Her hands released instantly, her body recoiling backward in agony.
Blood spurted from the wound, warm and slick as it splattered across Nathan's face. The sensation jolted him out of his deathly panic.
Gasping and wheezing, he sucked in air greedily, his chest heaving.
When he finally dared look at Adah, his eyes widened in horror.
The fruit knife had lodged deep in her left eye; blood streamed through her fingers, staining her hands before dripping to the floor, pooling into a gruespuddle.
Adah writhed on the ground, body twisted in agony, her screams echoing off the sterile walls—a sound that sent chills down the spine.
Nathan stared at her in shock, his voice trembling. "I-it's not my fault! You tried to kill me. I was only defending myself." For a moment, he was paralyzed, completely at a loss.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut then, slowly, his panic faded, replaced by a cold, calculating calm.
After all, they were husband and wife.
He'd only blinded her in one eye.
m Legally, this kind of thing would be t chalked up to a domestic dispute-maybe a slap on the wrist, a lecture at most. With that, Nathan's fear vanished, replaced by icy indifference.
He grabbed his phone and dialed Sophia Shaw.
"Hey, Sophia, get up to my room," he said, his tone dripping with contempt. "That bitch Adah found out about us-tried to strangle me. I had to stab her, blinded her in one eye. Bring someone and get her out of here. I'm sick of looking at her." Adah, wracked with pain, heard Nathan's heartless words. With her good eye, she glared at him, hatred burning bright.
She summoned what little strength she had left, her voice ragged and full of venom. Nathan, you'll never get away with this. I hope you rot in hell."
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