Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 548

Michael was shaking all over, furious, but he couldn’t move a muscle—his hands and feet were tied tight.

“Ada! Was it you who let them in? Are you out of your mind?” he shouted. “You really think just because Dylan has me boxed in, you’ll get anything out of it? In the end, you need me! If I go down, you’re going with me!”

Ada remembered that night all too well, the moment she saw Simon drowning Sonya. It was like something inside her snapped awake. She could pretend nothing else mattered, but she couldn’t pretend her own son didn’t.

Money, status—it all felt fake now. She had enough of both anyway. All she wanted was to take Simon and disappear to another city, start fresh.

She shot Michael a cold look. “I want a divorce. I’m taking Simon with me. If he stays with you, he’ll end up just as messed up. I won’t let that happen.”

Lately, Simon had been taking out his anger in the boxing gym at home, but Ada could see that restless fire in his eyes. She was scared he’d end up on a path he couldn’t come back from. She needed to do something—get them out while there was still time. They could still have a good life, just the two of them.

Michael coughed, breathless with rage. Typical, he thought—women always thinking they’re clever.

Women were only good for the bedroom, never meant for anything more!

He let out a bitter laugh and called for a servant to untie him.

As soon as he was free, he stalked over to Ada and slapped her, hard.

“You think you can divorce me? In your dreams! I never wanted you anyway. The only thing you were good at was in bed. I used to think about kicking you out every day. But now? No way. You’re not going anywhere. I’m keeping you here, and I’ll make you suffer. Who was it that used her tricks to get into my bed in the first place? Don’t act all high and mighty now!”

He picked up a vase and smashed it over her head.

Ada just stood there, blood running down her face, staring at him in shock.

She’d gotten used to the beatings. The more he hit her, the more she saw the ugly truth about the man she’d once loved. What had she ever seen in him?

Pain made everything clear. She realized she’d only ever loved his money.

Now her own bank account was stacked. Why keep clinging to him?

She let out a cold, bitter laugh. Blood kept streaming down her face, making her look almost ghostly.

Michael felt a chill. He grabbed a chair, ready to swing it at her, but the housekeeper rushed in and stopped him.