The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178

“Don’t trust us?” Gray–clad grinned crookedly. “Fine. You’ve got two cases. Throw one over, we release one person. Who goes first?”

“Release Lucille first!

Cedrick! Lucille first!”

Maricela screamed while Cedrick hesitated.

“Shut your trap! Who asked you?!” Gray–clad tightened his arm around Maricela’s throat, dagger tip digging into her face. “Scream again and I’ll carve up that pretty face!”

“Stop!”

Cedrick watched the knife glint sharply in the sunlight and shouted urgently.

“Made up your mind?”

The gray–clad man grinned viciously. “Release your lover first?”

Cedrick’s pained gaze fell on Lucille.

Lucille remained eerily calm, her eyes drifting indifferently between him and the ground. The sun climbed higher, casting vast golden patches across the pavement.

“Let’s make this more interesting–help you decide.”

The gray–clad man laughed. “The one released later… we can’t guarantee our blades will behave.”

“What do you mean?”

Cedrick demanded furiously.

“It means…” The man’s laughter turned maniacal. “By then, our hands might tire. Maybe… we’ll accidentally cut her face…”

The gray–clad man and his yellow–clad accomplice simultaneously pressed their blades against Lucille’s and Maricela’s cheeks.

“You…” Cedrick’s eyes darted agonizingly between the two women.

Maricela, too terrified to speak or feign composure, turned deathly pale.

“Hurry up! We don’t have all day! Cedrick, stalling to call the police?” The yellow–clad man snarled impatiently.

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Chapter 178

“I’ll count to three. If you haven’t chosen by then–both get disfigured!”

The gray–clad man began counting rapidly. “One… two… three…”

“Release Maricela !”

Cedrick’s roar tore through the air the instant “three” echoed, raw and heart–wrenching.

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Silence gripped the building briefly before erupting into the gray–clad man’s crazed laughter, soon joined by the other

captors.

Everyone seemed electrified–the captors amused, Jaxon furious his son–in–law chose another woman, Cedrick him- self gasping, utterly shattered.

Only Lucille remained perfectly still.

She’d anticipated this outcome. Nothing left to stir her.

But Cedrick… you made this choice. Why crumble? Why break?

I’m not crumbling. I’m not breaking…

“Lucille…” Cedrick stared at her, throat constricted as if choked, words failing him.

Lucille remained expressionless–no fear, just quiet observation of him and the sun–drenched ground ahead.

“Alright, we keep our word. Catch!”

As the gray–clad man shoved Maricela forward, Lucille felt the yellow–clad man’s grip loosen slightly. A shadow–a hand–flickered across the sunlit pavement, forming a distinct gesture.

Spotting the signal, Lucille offered Cedrick a faint smile.

Goodbye, Cedrick. This time, it’s forever.

Cedrick, catching Maricela, glimpsed that smile. Before he could decipher it, Lucille suddenly arched backward, plunging toward the window.

“Lucille-!” He clutched the stumbling Maricela, screaming hysterically.

Even the yellow–clad man froze. Everyone had braced for Cedrick’s advance–who’d expect someone to leap to their death?

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