Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Winter had already asked someone to look into it. The house had been bought by Chris before they got married.

That meant it was not considered marital property. Legally, she had no claim to it in a divorce settlement.

So if she wanted that house back, she would have to use the divorce itself as leverage and negotiate for

Winter left Blackwood Manor and got into her car.

She didn’t know where Chris had gone on his business trip, or how large the time difference was between there and home. But she didn’t want to wait even a moment longer. Every extra day Skyla stayed in that house felt like slow, deliberate torture.

She called Chris directly.

The phone rang several times, then disconnected on its own. No one answered.

She called Gavin next. There was still no answer.

Outside the car, the cold wind howled. Inside the dim interior, Winter clenched her teeth and let out a bitter laugh.

Then her phone rang.

She thought it was Chris calling back, but the screen showed an unfamiliar number.

She hesitated for two seconds, then answered and lifted the phone to her ear.

A low, chilling laugh came through the line. “Winter Scott.”

That chilling sound made her body react instinctively. Pain shot through her bones, and a sharp ringing filled her ears.

It was Jacob.

“So you recognized my voice,” he said lightly.

“Do you know what I have been thinking about every day while lying in the hospital?

“I keep thinking how careless I was. That night, I should have killed you.

“If I had known you were so hard to kill, I wouldn’t have bothered having them take turns on you. I should have just stabbed you. That would have been much cleaner. Don’t you think?

“Your whole family is dead anyway. What’s the point of you still being alive?

“Oh, and I heard Skyla is living in your old place now, Chris bought it for her. You’re pathetic. If I were you, I would have killed myself already.

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“Winter, just wait. The first thing I’ll do once I’m discharged is kill you.”

Winter’s fingers trembled uncontrollably. Her eyes burned red, tears pooling in them.

She hung up without a word and blocked the number.

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After returning to her apartment in Westbay, Winter washed up and lay down on the bed. The moment she closed her eyes, the image of Chris buying her home and moving Skyla into it surfaced again.

Her mind kept shifting. One moment, it was Skyla being pushed into the house in her wheelchair by the caregiver. The next, it was the scene from days ago, when she had been dragged into an alley and

beaten.

Winter raised a hand and covered her burning eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t force those images out of her head.

She turned over and sat up, then reached into a drawer and took out an unlabeled pill bottle.

She poured one white pill into her palm.

After a moment of hesitation, she tipped the bottle again.

The pills rattled softly inside the nearly empty container before two more dropped into her hand.

Only then did she realize there were just two sleeping pills left.

After she lost the baby a year ago, she had only needed them occasionally to fall asleep. But ever since Jacob had arranged for people to attack her, she had needed sleeping pills every single night. The only exception was that one night when Chris had lost control and returned to Blackwood Manor.

Without thinking any further, Winter put both pills into her mouth, swallowed them with water, and lay

back down.

After lying there for a while, she curled up on the bed and turned onto her side.

Her body hurt.

She couldn’t tell where the pain was coming from. No matter how she searched, she couldn’t find a specific place that hurt more than the rest.

She curled tighter, biting down hard as tears soaked into the pillow. Her thin body trembled in small, helpless motions.

It was not until the sky outside began to pale that she finally drifted into a shallow, exhausted sleep.

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