When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese and Zacharias) novel Chapter 633

"Melody murdered my mother. Because of her, my mom died carrying my baby sibling. She never once felt guilty. Then she tried the same disgusting tricks again and almost killed my grandmother. Grandma barely survived after fighting for her life in the hospital for over twenty hours. And now Melody's hiring people to kill the witnesses."

Anneliese's voice shook with fury. "For someone who treats human life like garbage, how did your abusive father not beat her to death back then? She deserves every single thing coming her way. And you—what the hell makes you think you have the right to call me and say something that twisted?"

Her rage exploded, every word like a slap.

If she could, she'd have hit Zacharias across the face through the phone.

Outside the police station, Zacharias looked nothing like the powerful CEO he once was. His suit was wrinkled, his hair disheveled, and his face pale with exhaustion.

He hadn't been home the night before. For half a year, his company's numbers had been plummeting, and multiple partners had already pulled out.

The shareholders were livid. To save a contract, he'd spent the night drinking and flattering two clients.

But those men had been impossible to please. They'd pushed prices lower, mocked him openly, and even brought up Jonathan's name more than once.

It was obvious they knew Jonathan had married his ex-wife, and they enjoyed rubbing salt into that wound.

By morning, he had achieved nothing. He was about to go home, clean up, and rest before heading to work when the police called.

That was how he learned the truth about Melody. The moment he heard it, his world went black.

He stumbled out of the station, too shaken to think. Acting on impulse, he borrowed a phone and called Anneliese.

But her voice was cold, sharp, and merciless, cutting him open with every word. His anger vanished, leaving only despair.

His voice cracked. "Anne, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. No matter what she did, she's still my mother, I just—"

Before he could finish, another voice interrupted, low and smooth, from the other end.

"Babe, who's bothering you this early? Come back to bed."

Then the call cut off.

Right before it did, Zacharias heard a soft, startled sound from a woman. It was faint but intimate.

He froze, gripping the phone so tight it hurt. It took him a while before he tried calling again, only to find his number blocked.

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