[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 78: Trying to kill me

Ash’s pov ;

While Elijah was engrossed in a meeting, I found myself sitting in his leather chair, surrounded by stacks of paperwork. I tried to argue with him that I didn’t have to sit here but he forced me sit on the boss’s chair. So, I shyly agreed.

Suddenly, the door swung open and in walked Vanessa, her sharp eyes narrowing the moment she spotted me.

I fought back an eye roll as soon as I saw her.

"Hello, Vanessa," I greeted with forced politeness, trying to maintain a neutral tone.

"Hello," she replied icily, all traces of warmth absent from her voice. "I didn’t realise you were...making yourself at home here."

I raised an eyebrow, leaning back in the comfortable chair. "Just lending a hand while Elijah is occupied."

She crossed her arms, unimpressed by my explanation. "You seem quite at ease for someone who is just helping out."

I offered her a polite smile, despite the tension building between us. "Well, Elijah trusts me to take care of things in his absence."

A flicker of jealousy flashed in her eyes. "You always seem to be around him. Don’t you have anything else to do?"

I chuckled softly, leaning forward on the desk. Oh, I’d love to throw this bitch out of here. "Elijah prefers having me close by. And as you can see, it is a part of my job description."

Her expression hardened and she took a step closer, lowering her voice to a dangerous whisper. "Why are you constantly clinging onto Elijah? What exactly is your motive here? You think I’m blind. I can see how you’re always trying to shoo me away from him.

A self-satisfied smirk tugged at my lips as I couldn’t resist teasing her obvious jealousy.

"Clinging? That’s a rather harsh accusation, wouldn’t you say? But perhaps it’s because Elijah and I have a special connection that not everyone can understand."

Frustration etched deep lines into her face, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed in a scowl. "Special connection? What kind of connection?" she demanded, her voice laced with disbelief.

I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to appear unfazed by her questioning. I don’t want to show her how much fun I was having seeing losing her mind. "One that you will clearly not understand."

Her glare intensified, her narrowed eyes boring into mine. "Oh please. Don’t tell me you think you’re someone special to him?"

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms confidently. "I don’t just think it, Vanessa. I know it."

She mirrored my stance, crossing her arms in front of her chest and staring at me intensely. "So, a mere secretary could not only sit on his boss’s chair but also speak to me like this: who’s an important partner of Elijah? You think he’ll let this slide easily?"

My lips curved into a small smile. "What can I say? I’m not just a mere secretary."

Her facade shattered, and her eyes filled with pure malice as she glared at me. "You’re nothing but a dirty gay trying to seduce your boss," she spat, each word dripping with venom. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

I felt my hands tighten around the armrests of my chair, but I forced myself to remain calm. "Do you have any idea what you’re saying?"

A wicked smirk twisted across her face as she stepped closer to my desk. "Oh, believe me, I know exactly what I’m talking about," she hissed. "How dare you try to turn Elijah gay? You should keep your disease to yourself."

Rage began bubbling up inside of me, a fiery heat radiating through my body. Without thinking, I stood up from my chair and faced Vanessa, my hands trembling with fury. "Shut your mouth."

But she only shook her head, the sneer on her lips growing wider. "You’re a pathetic excuse for a man. You can’t even be honest about who you are. It’s no wonder you’re a fucking faggot."

That was it.

That was the final straw.

In an instant, my hand shot out and I slapped her across the face with all of the pent-up anger and frustration I had been holding back. The sound of my palm meeting her cheek echoed in the quiet office, everything seemed to stand still as we both stared at each other in shock.

She stumbled back, her hand flying to her face as a look of shock and disbelief crossed her features. For a moment, the room was eerily silent, only the sound of my heavy breathing filling the air.

"You...you hit me!" she gasped, her voice trembling with rage.

"And you deserved it," I gave her a reality check, my eyes glistening with wrath as I glared at her.

"How dare you!" Vanessa exclaimed, her face contorting with irritation.

"How dare you say such nasty things about me?" I shot back, taking a step closer towards her.

In that moment, all thoughts of professionalism and hierarchy were forgotten. She was just an evil, homophobic woman and I wouldn’t let her get away with her hurtful words.

"Say what? The truth?" she sneered, disgust dripping from every word. "You’re nothing but a disgrace."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control the storm of emotions raging inside me. The words stung, but I refused to let them break me.

"Get out of here," I hissed, pointing towards the door.

But she didn’t budge. Instead, she leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest in defiance and pushed my shoulder. "Make me. You perverted little pest."

The twisted feeling inside me grew stronger with each passing second. I felt like I was going to explode with rage. "If you ever come near Elijah again, I’ll make sure you regret it."

Her face twisted into a look of revulsion. "You think you can scare me? You’re nothing but a sick freak."

My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I reached for a pen on the nearby desk. The cool metal was almost comforting in my grasp as I tightened my grip around it. "Leave now," I commanded through gritted teeth, almost begging because I was losing it.

My head was pounding and my vision blurred with anger. I could feel the darkness taking over, the twisted feeling spreading through my body like a poison. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

But the bitch wasn’t done. She pushed my shoulder hard, her eyes burning with hatred as she gripped my collar.

Her words were lost on me. All I could hear was the sound of blood rushing in my ears, drowning out everything else.

"You’re just a sick, twisted freak," She continued to berate me as she took a step closer.

But I couldn’t take it anymore. The constant reminders that I wasn’t good enough, that I was a disease, a sickness, a sin pushed me on the edge.

The pen felt heavy in my hand, as if it was filled with all of my pent-up anger and frustration. Without thinking, I lunged forward and dug the tip of the pen into her hand.

"Ahhh!" she cried out in pain, her eyes wide with shock. Blood began to trickle down her hand, staining her skin with a bright red hue.

But I couldn’t stop there. In a blind rage, I pulled the pen out and stabbed it into her hand again and again, the metal piercing through flesh and bone. Each time, she screamed louder until finally, she collapsed to the ground in agony.

It wasn’t until then that I realised what I had done. The weight of my actions hit me like a ton of bricks as I stood there panting, the pen still clenched tightly in my shaking hands. My heart was racing and my mind was spinning. But deep down, a small part of me couldn’t help but feel satisfied for standing up for myself against someone who had constantly belittled and attacked me for who I am.

Her piercing scream echoed through the office, shattering the once serene atmosphere. The twisted feeling of power surged within me, intoxicating and overwhelming. I leaned in closer, my voice a chilling whisper. "If you ever come near Elijah again, I’ll make sure you regret it even more. And what were you saying about being a faggot? Look at you now, screaming like a helpless girl over a small cut."

"Argh—ahhh!" She stumbled back, her face drained of all colour as fear consumed her as she screamed at me. "You’re sick! You need help! Help! Somebody please help me! He’s trying to kill me!"

My grip loosened on the pen in my hand, the metal clattering against the floor. I couldn’t bear to listen to her hateful words any longer. I had to leave.

Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm the raging storm of emotions inside me. My hands trembled uncontrollably, my heart pounding fiercely in my chest. What had I become?

The door burst open and several employees rushed in.

"What happened? Ms. Vanessa, what is this mess? Why is your hand bleeding?" they bombarded her with questions.

"Mr. Ash is trying to kill me!" she shrieked, pointing her injured hand towards me. Her eyes flicked between me and the employees and I flinched under their accusing gaze. The other employees stared at me in horror.

I blinked rapidly, struggling to process the chaotic situation. My chest began to feel right with guilt and shame. What had I done?

"Is this true, Mr. Ash?" one of the employees asked, their voice trembling with shock and disbelief.

Before I could even attempt to speak, a lump formed in my throat, silencing me. The twisted feeling that had engulfed me moments ago was now replaced by a deep sense of remorse and blame.

"He stabbed me! He attacked me! Arrest him!" Vanessa’s voice pierced through my ears. "Call the cops!"

The other employees stood frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Their voices trembled as they asked me questions which I was unable to answer.

I took a slow, shaky breath, the cool air burning my lungs. I needed to gather myself before I lost control completely.

"I...I didn’t...mean to," I managed to stammer out, my words stumbling over each other. "It’s not what it looks like. She---"

But Vanessa cut me off with a screech of her own. "Liar!" she spat. "He’s a liar! He’s trying to cover up what he did!"

My hands shook uncontrollably, my breathing coming in quick, shallow gasps. My heart thudded painfully in my chest, each beat a reminder of the rage and violence that had just gobbled me. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, clouding my thoughts and making it hard to focus on anything besides the horror of what I had done.

As I looked around at the terrified faces of my co-workers, something changed. Their features began to contort and twist into grotesque, shadowy figures with dark hollowed eyes- just like the ones from my nightmares and that night of the accident.

"Why did you kill us?" they whispered in unison, their voices echoing through my mind. "You took our lives."

My head spun as I tried to deny their accusations, clutching at my temples as their voices grew louder and more insistent. "No," I muttered over and over again. "No, I didn’t..."

But the shadows began to walk towards me, suffocating and overwhelming me with their accusing presence.

"You killed us," they repeated, their haunting voices drilling into my skull. "You took everything from us."

My body collapsed, my knees slamming painfully into the cold, hard ground. Tears streamed down my face as I begged for the shadows to stop their taunts. The pressure in my head was unbearable, as if it might truly split open at any moment. But still, the voices grew louder, more insistent, their accusations piercing through me.

I tried to block them out, curling up into a tight ball and squeezing my eyes shut. But the shadows seemed to seep into every crevice of my mind. Fright and despair gripped at my chest, making it difficult to breathe.

In a desperate attempt to escape, I called out for Elijah, my voice raw and pleading. But the room only spun faster around me, the shadows closing in until they were all I could see. At that moment, I felt like I was drowning in a sea of darkness.

"Elijah!" I screamed again, covering my ears, hoping against hope that he would hear me and come to my rescue. "Please...help me..."

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything went dark.