Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195

In the end, Wren let go of Zoya’s hand.

Gilbert drove them to the hospital.

Zoya sat in the back seat, staring out the window at the passing scenery, but she could feel Wren’s eyes on her

the whole time.

She stayed silent, and so did he.

The air in the car was thick with suffocating silence.

Gilbert was driving nervously, his hands practically shaking on the wheel, still reeling from the conversation he’d just overheard.

‘Did Ms. Lucero and Mr. Richmond really break up?’ Gilbert gaped inwardly, totally floored by the news.

Zoya was the first woman Wren had ever gotten involved with. Gilbert had never seen Wren so truly invested in anyone before, not even close.

‘So now what happens to Mr. Richmond?’ Gilbert couldn’t help but worry.

At that moment, flashes of all the wild rumors about the Richmond family raced through Gilbert’s mind.

He knew a bit about Wren’s parents, too.

People always said the Richmond family was obsessive and crazy. If they couldn’t have the one they loved, they’d really lose their minds.

Just like Wren’s father, Logan Richmond. After his mother took her own life, he totally lost it, and rumor had it that he even went a little crazy in the head.

‘Is Mr. Richmond going to end up like that, too?’ Gilbert couldn’t help but wonder.

He didn’t even dare let his mind go there.

When they finally pulled up at the hospital and got out, Wren seemed a lot more composed now, his earlier drunken haze replaced with a clear, somber look on his face.

“Come on, let’s check you in,” Zoya said.

But Wren didn’t budge. He just looked at her and said, “Are you insisting I get my hand looked at just because you feel obligated?”

“Yeah. I’m the one who hurt you, so it’s my responsibility to get you treated,” Zoya answered.

“But do you actually feel bad about it? Does it bother you seeing my hand hurt like this?” he asked quietly, his voice low and carrying a hint of nervous hope.

But her answer cut deep, leaving him no room for hope.

“No,” Zoya said.

“Not even just a little bit?” Wren asked, not willing to let go.

“Not even a little,” she said, telling herself as much as telling him.

She had chosen to break up, so from now on, she couldn’t let herself care about him anymore.

“Alright, let’s not waste any more time. I’ve got other stuff to do,” Zoya said coolly. When she saw Wren still frozen in place, she grabbed his uninjured left hand and briskly led him over to the clinic lobby-no hesitation, just business.

Once they checked in, Wren didn’t have to wait long before his name was called.

He went through the whole process-getting examined, X-rayed, and treated…

Fortunately, the fracture wasn’t serious. He didn’t need a cast, just a small splint to hold things steady.

After the doctor finished setting Wren’s finger in the splint, Zoya looked at him and said coolly, “I’m heading

out.”

But as she turned to go, he suddenly pulled her into a hug from behind.

Wren pressed his face into the curve of her neck and spoke in a rough, low voice, “So now that my injury’s fixed, you think your responsibility ends here?”

“If you need me to pick up the medical bills, I can…” Zoya offered, trying to keep things businesslike.

“Come on, you know that’s not what I mean,” Wren said, his voice raw. “You broke me. Aren’t you supposed to stick around and deal with the mess you made?”

She was the one who pulled him from a life swamped in darkness, made him believe there could be something brighter. It was her who slowly opened the door and let him step into her world.

‘And now, is she really just going to kick me out of her world?” he thought.

Zoya pressed her lips together. He was holding her so tight, it felt like he wanted to imprison her in his arms forever.

But the closer and more desperate he got, the clearer that scene from the video burned in her mind—her brother being hauled off and dumped aside like he was nothing.

She just couldn’t shake it.

She didn’t even know who to blame.

‘Is it his fault for being so beyond saving? But from the moment I met him, I have always known he’s never someone with much compassion to give. Or should I blame myself for falling in love with him?’ Zoya thought.

If she hadn’t, maybe she wouldn’t be hurting so much right now.

“Wren, I claimed you, but I gave myself to you just as much. Neither of us owes a thing,” Zoya said, her voice steady and cold. Then she wrenched herself free from his arms and walked away without once looking back.

Wren stood there motionless, utterly lost, watching as Zoya’s figure slowly disappeared from his view.

For a brief moment, when he held her close, it was so warm. It felt like the whole world was in his arms.

But the instant she left his embrace, it was as if the entire world slipped away from him once again.

He felt so cold. The cold gnawed straight through to his bones, and with it came an endless, biting pain that refused to let up.

It felt like it would never end.

Daphne was forced through the doors of the Richmond Manor, practically shoved inside by her captors.

“Let me go… I’m the eldest daughter of the Lucero family! If anything happens to me, the Luceros will hunt you down, you hear me?” Daphne cried out as she struggled, her voice breaking with fear.

All her earlier arrogance had completely vanished-now there was nothing in her eyes but raw, shaking

terror.

But the moment she caught sight of Wren, her fear shot straight through the roof-her face drained of color, and she looked like she might collapse on the spot.

Yesterday, in a moment of reckless satisfaction, she’d blurted out that secret, thinking the rush would make her feel powerful.

But once she’d calmed down, dread began to creep in, leaving her shaken and scared.

“Wren, please, just let me go! I swear, I’ll never show up in front of you or Zoya again!” Daphne begged, her voice trembling.

“Let you go?” Wren’s face was completely blank, his presence radiating nothing but a cold, sharp vibe.

He used to seem totally detached, like he was walled off from everything.

But now, he was like a sword sharpened in the coldest darkness, the air around him pulsing with killer intent.

“Yeah-please, just let me go! I lost an eye for you. Doesn’t that count for anything?!” Daphne pleaded, her voice abruptly sliced off mid-sentence.

A gun was jammed hard against her temple.

Daphne’s body shook uncontrollably, terror flooding her as she locked eyes with Wren.

There was nothing but raw, murderous intent blazing in those deep eyes.

‘He’s really going to kill me!’ Daphne thought.

“Let you go? And who the hell is supposed to let me go?” Wren’s voice was rough, dripping with crazed hatred. “Daphne, you’re the first person I’ve ever truly wanted dead.

“Never thought I’d end up tripped up by a filthy rodent like you. You keep talking about how the Lucero family will come after me-how about we put that to the test? If I shoot you here and now, let’s see if they really have it in them to come for me.”

As his words settled in the air, the hard, metallic click of the gun being cocked cut through the silence.

Daphne was shaking like a leaf, face white as a sheet, scared to death. “No, you can’t do this! I’m part of the Lucero family! If Zoya ever finds out you killed me, do you really think she’d still want anything to do with you?”

In a flash, Wren’s eyes flared bright red-the fury and madness boiling inside him were almost out of control.

Zozo… Yeah, she’s all light, too good for the darkness in me. If I really killed someone-if I let blood stain my hands, to her I’d be just another criminal.

Even if she was the one who broke it off, even if she said it was really over, he still couldn’t let go-still clinging to the hope that somehow, there might be a future for them.

He was still holding onto that silly wish she wrote on his birthday card-just the two of them, growing old together, forever side by side, like some fairytale ending.

But she’d left him behind.

She’d walked away so utterly and completely. Even at the hospital, she never looked back, not once.

“Daphne, do you have any idea just how much you deserve to die?” Wren spat, his tone cold as ice. And as the last word left his lips, the gun went off-sharp, echoing, merciless.