The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 253

**TITLE: Arrived 253**

Estella meticulously folded two changes of clothes, her mind racing with thoughts of her mother, Victoria. The air was thick with anxiety as she zipped up her suitcase, the sound echoing in the quiet room like a countdown to an uncertain future. With a deep breath, she grabbed her bag and made her way to the airport, her heart pounding with each step.

The flight lasted three and a half hours, but it felt like an eternity. As the plane descended into Tristoria, Estella’s stomach churned with a mix of hope and dread. She disembarked, the cool breeze hitting her face, a stark contrast to the warmth of her thoughts. She quickly hailed a cab, directing the driver towards Victoria’s hotel, her fingers nervously tapping against her phone.

Desperate to reach her mother, Estella dialed Victoria’s number again, but the call failed to connect. Panic gripped her; a heavy weight settled in her chest, suffocating her with worry. Memories flooded back—she had once installed a tracking app on Victoria’s phone, fearing her mother might wander off during one of her episodes.

With trembling hands, Estella opened the app and watched as a dot representing Victoria’s phone moved rapidly across the screen. The map showed it heading towards a remote countryside area, far from the bustling city she had just arrived in. Clenching her jaw, she instructed the cab driver to follow the location, her heart racing with each passing moment.

The cab finally came to a halt at an isolated fishing village, the kind of place that seemed to exist at the edge of the world. Estella stepped out, paid the fare, but paused before entering the village. Instead, she decided to check into a small inn nearby, hoping to gather her thoughts and devise a plan.

Inside the inn, she approached the innkeeper’s wife, her limited Tristorian language slipping awkwardly from her lips as she inquired about the fishing village. The woman looked at her with a mix of confusion and concern. “That village is very closed off; they don’t welcome outsiders. You’ve picked the wrong spot to visit,” she warned gently, her voice laced with kindness yet tinged with caution.

A deeper sense of dread settled in Estella’s gut. She thanked the woman and retreated to her room, locking the door behind her. Once alone, she dialed the police, her hands shaking as she explained the situation. The wait for their arrival felt interminable, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that the inn was filled with a shady mix of characters. To avoid drawing unwanted attention, she decided the best course of action was to remain hidden in her room.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, and then came a knock at the door. Estella froze, her heart racing. It was far too soon for the police to have arrived. The knocking persisted, each thud reverberating through her chest like a drumbeat of impending doom.

10:54 AM, Sun, Nov 30

**Chapter 253: Creepy Drunk**

With cautious movements, she crept toward the door and peered through the peephole. A drunken man swayed unsteadily outside, his presence sending chills down her spine. “So I was being watched the moment I checked in,” she thought, her mind racing with the implications. Grabbing her can of pepper spray from her bag, she took a defensive stance by the door, her heart pounding in her ears.

The knocking escalated, turning into a relentless pounding that made her pulse quicken. Each strike felt like a countdown to chaos. Just as she braced herself for the worst, the banging abruptly ceased, replaced by shouts outside. Peering again through the peephole, she spotted two men in police uniforms approaching.

The drunken man suddenly appeared sober, fumbling his words as he babbled about having the wrong room. The officers scolded him briefly before letting him go, their indifference palpable. Only then did Estella muster the courage to open the door and explain her predicament.

The policemen exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions revealing skepticism. “Your mother and that man are in a relationship. That doesn’t really count as kidnapping, does it?” one officer remarked, his tone dismissive.

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