Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 15

I ignored the video after that. I had no intention of turning spying on my ex–wife into a habit. Instead, I searched online for information about preparing for a divorce, then decided to go to sleep.

Unexpectedly, just as I took off my shirt and set my phone aside, I heard someone pounding on the front door.

I shot up from the bed, muscles tense.

‘Oh shit.‘ I could already picture that creepy smile on the landlady’s face. ‘Please, God, don’t let her be out there,”

What was I supposed to do? Open the door? Pretend I wasn’t home?

The banging continued, each knock jarring like a strike to my eardrum. Anxiety crept into my limbs, leaving them cold. If she actually came inside–no, terrible phrasing. “Came inside” was not what I wanted to imagine.

After some frantic mental back–and–forth, I chose to pretend I was asleep and ignore it. Once morning arrived, I’d get the hell out of here.

I could always come back and ask for a refund, right?

I never should’ve stayed, even if the rent was already paid. Saving money wasn’t worth this. Now, I was stuck in a unit she had keys to.

Fortunately, I’d installed a new lock and made sure to use it. That was the only thing keeping her out now.

The banging eventually stopped. I raised my head and listened. Had I survived?

“Open the door, my dear! Please! I forgot my keys!”

Holy cow.

“My dear“? Who said that in the middle of the night? There was no way I was opening that door now.

I rolled onto my side, committed to the act. She kept calling out again and again, but something felt off. That voice didn’t sound like Patricia at all. It was younger, softer, light, and playful.

I frowned and rose from the bed, stepping out of the bedroom with careful, silent steps.

The woman’s voice grew more anxious. The closer I got to the door, the more certain I became that this wasn’t Patricia.

Then who was it? Maybe someone knocking on the wrong door?

I peered through the peephole and saw a beautiful young woman standing outside. She was knocking urgently and glancing nervously over her shoulder.

My frown deepened. I opened the surveillance app on my phone. Patricia had installed the system before she left and shared

access with me.

The camera showed a man dressed entirely in black with a baseball cap pulled low. He stood at the far end of the hallway, watching the young woman with unsettling intensity, as if weighing whether to approach.

My instincts kicked in at once. We were dealing with a midnight stalker!