Married to a Trap I Already Escaped Chapter 06

Married to a Trap I Already Escaped Chapter 06

When Xavier woke up again, he completely lost control.

He pushed the doctor away, ripped out the IV, and stumbled out of the hospital, heading straight for

the cemetery on the outskirts of town.

Next to Fran’s father’s grave stood a new grave.

There was no photo on the stone, only four words carved into it: My Beloved Wife Fran.

Xavier fell to his knees, trembling as he traced the letters on the tombstone.

“Fran, I’m here to take you home.”

He dug at the soil in front of the grave with his bare hands, his nails splitting and bleeding, but he didn’t stop for a second.

When Hubert found him, all ten of Xavier’s fingers were dripping with blood.

“Xavier! Have you lost your mind?!”

Hubert kicked him to the ground.

Xavier lay in the mud and laughed hysterically, his face contorted.

“Crazy? Yes, I’ve been crazy for a long time.”

“I shouldn’t have treated her like that… how could I have brought myself to hurt her?!”

He slapped himself repeatedly, more than a dozen times, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and his cheek swelling badly.

Memories from his past life cut through his mind like knives.

The meals Fran had cooked for him, the way she had looked at him, and the scene where he had hired a homeless man to humiliate her…

“I deserve to die… I will never forgive myself…”

Xavier curled up and huddled by the tombstone, weeping bitterly.

From that day on, the capable executive assistant in the business world was gone, replaced by a reckless madman.

Xavier returned to the Garrel Group.

He poured massive amounts of capital into crushing the last few remaining companies of the Dorval family.

Anne was locked in the basement of the villa, which was the same dark room that had once been

meant for Fran.

“Xavier, I’m sorry! Please let me go!”

Anne knelt on the ground, clinging tightly to Xavier’s calf and begging for mercy.

Her cheeks were sunken, her body covered in grime, not a trace of her former arrogance left.

Xavier looked down at her, his face cold as frost.

“Let you go? Did you ever think about showing her mercy when you killed Fran?”

He kicked Anne away and signaled for the bodyguards to come in.

“She likes picking up homeless men, doesn’t she? Find ten beggars on the street to keep Miss Dorval company.”

Anne screamed shrilly.

“No! Xavier, you can’t do this to me! I’m your beloved Fran!”

Xavier let out a cold sneer.

“You’re not even half as good as Fran.”

“And her kidneys? She claimed they were weak, didn’t she? Take both of them out and feed them to the stray dogs outside.”

Anne was dragged out of the room by the bodyguards, screaming and cursing wildly.

After dealing with Anne, Xavier’s brows remained furrowed.

He walked into the empty wedding villa.

Everything in the room was exactly as it had been the day Fran left.

The couple items Fran had thrown away lay in the trash can.

Xavier squatted down, picked them up, wiped off the dust, and placed them back on the table one by

one.

Every night, he lay on the side of the bed where Fran used to sleep, holding her old clothes in his

arms to fall asleep.

He lay awake all night.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Fran’s blood-stained figure would stand by the bed, accusing him.

He would cut his arm with a razor blade, and only when he watched the blood flow out could his ragged breathing calm down a little.

Sophie came to see him once. “Xavier, Fran is dead. Why are you torturing yourself?”

Xavier’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Sophie.

“Get out.”

“If you hadn’t faked that matchmaking game, Fran would never have fallen into my hands!”

He immediately terminated several business partnerships, leaving Sophie burdened with huge

debts and living on the streets.

He settled scores with everyone who had ever wronged Fran.

But his Fran would never come back.

Three years later.

Xavier had become the vice president of the Garrel Group, known for his ruthless methods.

He had no women around him, and everyone regarded him as a workaholic.

At a business gala, Xavier attended as the company’s representative.

He raised his wine glass and lifted his head, his gaze sweeping across the staircase in the hall.

A figure looked extremely familiar.

The woman was with her arm linked through a man’s, walking down the stairs.

Xavier stared intently at the woman’s face.

It was Fran.

Crack-

His fingers loosened, and the wine glass shattered on the floor.