Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 253

Wiona lay on the grass for what felt like twenty minutes, just letting the heat of the fire wash over her. She watched the flames flicker further and further away, and noticed the noise near the old building was getting louder. She had no idea what was happening over there. Still, no sign of the police. No fire trucks, either. If this kept up, the whole field would be nothing but ash.

At least the fire seemed to be holding back from spreading any further. No one else would get hurt, and nothing important would be lost. That was one less thing to worry about. Tonight’s blaze had been her last resort, a desperate move to save herself.

She let her hand rest on her belly, breathing a little easier. No one seemed to be chasing her, and finally, the pain in her stomach faded away. She almost cried from relief right then and there.

“You two are amazing,” she whispered, giving her belly a gentle rub. “I promise I’ll be more careful from now on. No more crazy risks. You have to be good, too, okay?”

Slowly, Wiona pushed herself up and made her way down the slope. She decided to wait for the police at a main intersection. That way, she could ask for a ride back. With no phone, no money, and being pregnant, walking around on her own felt like asking for trouble. This world wasn’t nearly as safe as she’d once thought.

Soon enough, she reached the side of a big road, only to spot something she didn’t expect—a huge shadow moving toward her, fast. Instinctively, she grabbed a stick and ducked behind a tree.

The shadow drew closer and suddenly stumbled, crashing to the ground. Wiona raised her stick, ready to defend herself, but then realized the shadow had split into two figures. Before they could even get up, someone shouted from behind, “Stop!”

A second, more familiar voice yelled, “Run! Run! Don’t look back, Jace, don’t look back!”

That was Alona’s voice. Wiona squinted. Was that really Jace and Grandma Grace lying there? She looked harder. It was them. Jace scrambled up and swept Grandma Grace—who looked completely out of it—into his arms.

“Grandma, I’m taking you home. We’re going home… Home!” he said, almost like he was trying to convince himself, then took off running again, teeth gritted.

But the people chasing them were closing in, now driving a car.

After hesitating just a second longer, Wiona picked up a small stone and tossed it in Jace’s direction. “Hey, over here,” she hissed.

She was already in this mess. If she got away tonight but Jace and Grandma Grace didn’t make it, would she really be safe? Sam was a maniac with no limits, and she had people she cared about, too. On top of that, she was pregnant. She couldn’t keep running and hiding.

They had to stop him—and soon. The best option was to get him arrested. To really be free, she’d need the Salisbury family’s help. She needed Jace and Grandma Grace alive to testify. For now, that meant working together. The rest of her grudges with his family could wait until tomorrow.

Jace heard the stone and looked up, startled. Wiona reached out, dragging him behind the tree.

“Come on. This way,” she whispered, and quickly led him down a narrow path into a patch of unburned grass.