The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 65

The explosive agony washed over her like a bucket of ice water, temporarily overriding the suffocating heat and grogginess, dragging her back to a precious, fleeting moment of absolute clarity.

Caleb froze, completely stunned that this woman would be so ruthless to herself.

Taking advantage of his shock, Evelyn tightened her grip on the bloody knife and aimed the tip directly at him. Her face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead, but her eyes were piercingly bright, burning with icy fury and a murderous resolve.

“Caleb Vance,” she ground out through gritted teeth, her voice trembling slightly from the pain and laced with the metallic tang of blood, yet remaining startlingly clear. “Take a very good look at what is in my hand.”

Startled by the sheer desperation in her gaze, Caleb instinctively took a step back.

“I know human anatomy far better than you do,” Evelyn said, her voice dropping to a low, methodical cadence, as if reciting a textbook. “The carotid artery is right here, roughly one point two to one point five centimeters deep. If I sever it, you'll have about thirty to sixty seconds of consciousness to watch your own blood spray against the wall before you die of hemorrhagic shock. The femoral artery is down here, slightly deeper, but the result is exactly the same.”

With every word, she used the tip of the blade to motion toward his neck and his groin, her movements possessing the terrifying, clinical precision of a seasoned surgeon.

“You... you're a lunatic!” Caleb shouted, though his voice cracked with cowardice as he swallowed hard. He had toyed with plenty of women, and he wasn't above using force, but he had never encountered someone who would mutilate themselves just to calmly analyze the fastest way to murder him!

“A lunatic?” Evelyn's lips curled into a completely devoid, chilling smile. Paired with her blood-drained face and the crimson stain spreading down her leg, she looked downright terrifying. “Try me. Let's see if you can force yourself on me before I put you in a body bag.” She paused, then added, “Self-defense, or perhaps... a medical accident? I have ten thousand ways to make your fatal wound look like a total mistake. Do you want to take that bet, Mr. Vance?”

Cold sweat dripped down the side of Caleb's face. The hand holding the knife was terrifyingly steady, and her eyes weren't those of a drugged, helpless victim—they belonged to an emotionless lead surgeon at an operating table. Looking at her sheer ruthlessness, he had absolutely no doubt she would follow through on her threat.

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