I Stood Where We Ended novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Calvin turned to leave, his expression cold and merciless.

Just as he reached the door, a sudden scream rang out behind him. He spun around, only to see Britney coming at him with a scalpel clenched in her hand, driving it deep into his body.

She’d lost every last shred of hope, and now all that was left in her eyes was raw hatred, so fierce it nearly

twisted her features.

Her face was crazed, her thin frame still smeared with the aftermath of her miscarriage. With tears

staining her cheeks and her eyes bloodshot, Britney pulled the scalpel out and stabbed him again.

The scent of blood filled the air, but she didn’t care. All she could see was the man who had ruined her

life. This was her one and only shot at revenge.

“Calvin! If I’m dying, you’re coming with me!” she screamed, her voice almost unrecognizable with rage.

That moment, all the hatred inside Britney boiled over. Watching the scalpel sink into Calvin, she felt a

twisted sense of satisfaction.

But as she raised her hand for a third strike, Calvin’s hand clamped down hard on her wrist, cutting his palm on the blade.

Gritting his teeth, he ripped the scalpel from her grasp and shoved her away. His gaze was dark and

menacing.

“If you’re that desperate, I’ll give you exactly what you want,” he said coldly. “You’re going to pay for every

single thing you’ve done right now.”

Someone wheeled in a vat of boiling oil.

Seeing this, the color drained from Britney’s face. The madness in her eyes vanished, replaced by terror

as she stumbled backward, desperate to get away from the searing heat.

“No! Please, don’t do this! No…” She pressed herself against the far wall, panic rising in her chest.

The oil bubbled and popped, sending up scalding steam.

Calvin didn’t show an ounce of pity. He ordered the bodyguards to tie Britney up and suspend her right above the boiling oil.

The heat blasted her face, making her tears sizzle as soon as they fell. She broke down sobbing in fear.

“Calvin, please! I’ll die if you do this! I know I was wrong! Please, I’m begging you! Don’t do this! I’ll die, Calvin!” Britney screamed, all her bravado gone, leaving only terror and desperate pleading.

Calvin’s eyes were cold as ice. “Henry’s dead,” he said flatly, laying out the truth without a hint of emotion.

Britney instantly realized what he meant-he wanted her to pay for Henry’s death with her own life.

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No way!

She pleaded, squirming as the rope lowered her inch by inch toward the boiling oil.

When she was just an inch away, she finally lost it, screaming in horror.

“Calvin! If you hadn’t tried to scare Avery using Henry, he never would’ve died! You’re the one who tied him up! You’re the one who dropped him into that boiling oil! It was you, not me!”

The rope stopped, holding her just above the bubbling oil. She could feel the heat licking at her skin.

Calvin gave a cold, twisted smile. “You know, I always wondered how you managed to come back from

the dead. So, I had someone look into it. Want to know what I found out?”

Britney’s pupils shrank in panic. She shook her head desperately, refusing to listen.

“Don’t! Don’t say it!”

A stack of photographs smacked her face and scattered, some fluttering down into the oil.

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