Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347

She wanted them all to pay

Every last one of them.

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Evan forced his voice steady.

“If you’re done venting, come back to Mount Lara with me.”

Stella tilted her head slightly.

“Mount Lara?” she asked lightly. “Is it still there?”

His heart skipped.

“What do you mean?”

Before he could press further-

His phone started vibrating violently in his hand.

He answered.

The words on the other end hit like a hammer.

Mount Lara…

was on fire.

Gone.

His jaw clenched instantly.

“Half an hour ago? Why am I only hearing about this now?!”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

“Got it.”

He hung up.

Then looked at Stella.

Rage.

Barely contained.

But Stella?

She looked completely calm.

Too calm.

And that calmness-

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was what made everything worse.

Because the calmer she tooked-

the more everything around her burned.

“You’ve lost your mind,” he said through gritted teeth.

Mount Lara…

That place had held everything he built for her.

Every tree. Every detail.

Now it was ash.

“What’s next?” His voice turned darker. “Are you going to wait until they’re asleep and burn down the entire Wright estate too?”

It was the same accusation Dora had made.

Now it came from him.

Stella didn’t answer.

She just looked at him.

Silent.

Detached.

Like none of this touched her at all.

And that-

pushed him even further.

He stepped forward, reaching for her wrist again-

Then stopped.

Abruptly.

A sharp pain hit his abdomen.

He looked down.

A knife.

A fruit knife.

Pressed right against him.

His anger spiked instantly.

“To stay alive,” Stella said coldly, “don’t get too close to me.”

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No one knew when the knife had appeared in her hand.

But now-

it was steady.

And her eyes?

Colder than the blade.

Evan let out a harsh breath.

“Go ahead,” he said, almost daring her. “Do it.”

A beat.

Then-

a sharp intake of breath.

“Mm-!”

The blade pressed deeper.

The pain turned real.

Clear.

Immediate.

Stella’s voice stayed calm.

“Feel better now?”

His breathing grew ragged.

“You damn woman-

He grabbed her wrist, twisted, and wrenched the knife away, throwing it hard to the ground.

It clattered loudly against the floor.

He looked down.

Blood was seeping through his shirt.

Not deep.

But enough.

Because in that moment-

what hit him wasn’t just the pain.

It was the realization.

She hadn’t hesitated.

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