No More Meddling His Last Mistress novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4
Vivian flashed me a triumphant smile.

I smiled too, relieved.

I got back to the place Eric and I shared. The lawyer had already arranged for movers to take away my valuable personal belongings.

My two-year-old son was still asleep. I couldn’t bring myself to wake him.

The lawyer was accidentally injured when a cabinet toppled over, so I rushed her to the hospital.

Estimating when my son might wake up, I hurried back as fast as I could to pick him up.

I wasn’t even at the house yet when I saw thick black smoke rising like a cloud above the roof.

My heart clenched tight as I slammed down the gas pedal.

The closer I got, the stronger my dread grew. My hands shook on the steering wheel, and all I could do was pray silently that it wasn’t our home on fire.

But the moment I got out of the car, I saw the house being devoured by flames. In that instant, my whole world collapsed.

Vivian nestled against Eric’s chest, crying in a delicate, trembling voice.

“Eric, I’m sorry, I didn’t think setting off a few fireworks to celebrate would actually set the house on fire.

“What do we do now? Oh no…” She trembled like a frightened rabbit, eyes wide with fear.

Eric didn’t seem to care about the burning house. He just smiled and soothed her, saying, “It’s okay, don’t cry. It’s just a house. It’s not a big deal.

“I’ve got plenty of houses. This is nothing to me. Come on, don’t cry, my silly girl.”

I rushed toward the fire, my legs weak, screaming desperately, “My son is inside! Somebody help! Put out the fire! Please—”

I lost control, trying to fight my way in. Eric grabbed me from behind, wrapping his arms around me.

“Madeline! Calm down! We don’t have a kid! There is no kid!

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