Seven Years Gone: My Ex's Revenge

"No, please don't hurt Yvan. He's just a kid."

Dad, who had been beaten to the brink of collapse, found a burst of strength and clung to Susanna's legs, begging.

Susanna kicked him off and snapped at the bodyguards.

"Don't touch me, you useless piece of trash! You guys, bring the kid here."

Dad, with his leg wounded, tried to hobble after the bodyguards to stop them but could only watch them go. Shaking, he managed to pull out his phone and dialed my brother. The moment the call connected, Susanna kicked the phone out of his hand.

Dad crawled after the phone, leaving a smear of blood on the ground.

"Yvan, find the cops and hide, now!"

Susanna towered over him, stepping on the hand that held the phone, stamping down hard. Dad cried out in pain as his hand was forced open, and the phone dropped to the ground.

"Yvan, isn't it? You can't hide from me. Get your brother to show up, and maybe I'll think about sparing you."

She stared at dad's face, which was twisted in pain. "Your dad's here as well. There's still a chance to save his leg if we get a doctor in time. But if Matthew doesn't show up in person, your dad is going to have a limp for life."

Susanna let out a wicked giggle as she kicked the phone away like it was a toy. I stared at her, feeling utterly hollow. This was not the woman I once loved—she had become a monster.

I shut my eyes, unable to bear the sight any longer.

The heavy thud of footsteps neared, followed by the sharp, terrified cries of a kid. My heart lurched as I opened my eyes.

She had brought my little brother here.