Chapter 717
“Andrew, I’m so scared,” Tessa sobbed and copsed on the floor. Fear had consumed her. How had
their lives spiraled into this nightmare? And on their wedding night, no less. Andrew her Andrew, would
never normallyy a finger on her. Something was tembly
wrong
She prayed for a retum to normaley, but Andrew advanced toward her with a predatory step.
Panic–stricken, Tessa scrambled back until she wasered, her back pressed against the cold wall.
The murderous intent emanating from Andrew was unmistakable, and she felt a chilling certainty that
she wouldn’t survive the night.
Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her fingernails digging painfully into her palms. “Andrew, please
stop, please. I’m really scared,” she cried, shaking her head, curling into a ball in theer, her eyes
wide with terror
Andrew’s hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her delicate throat
Did Aubree not feel fear when the assault happened? How could Tessa do that to Aubree?
Echoing in Andrew’s mind were Aubree’s words- “I thought you were behind it His eyes, bloodshot with
rage and sorrow, spilled over with tears. Even as he hurt Tessa, the pain in his own heart was
insurmountable.
Andrew wanted to end Tessa, but his fingerscked the strength. Overwhelmed by grief, his hand
trembled and fell away as a sob brake from his throat, a sound akin to a wounded beast at the height of
its anguish.
He wanted to roat to tear the room asunder, but he could not muster the strength. All his energy
seemed to have been sapped the moment he saw that damning video.
As he tried to wipe the tears from his cheeks, they only seemed to multiply. A sickly sweet taste filled
his throat. He yearned to pass out. to escape into unconsciousness, but he remained agonizingly
awake and utterly powerless.
Feeling his grip loosen, Tessa opened her eyes through her tears and wrapped her arms around him,
seeking some semnce of warmth. “Andrew…”
Every part of him ached, especially where Tessa clung to him. He wished he could tear off that patch of
skin. Pushing her away, he used the wall for support to stand, his crimson gaze sweeping the room.
He pulled out a lighter and set the curtain ame.
“No, no! Andrew, I’m begging you, stop! This is our honeymoon suite!” Tessa’s voice was hoarse with
desperation. She clung to his legs. pleading, tears streaming down her face. The embroidery on their
bedding, the stitches on her bridal gown–all handcrafted, all burning before her eyes.
“Andrew, what’s happened to you?” she cried, her voice a raw, anguished rasp
Her wedding night was in ruins, the room choking with smoke as the mes took hold, but Andrew just
stood in silence, watching it all
burm.
“Andrew…” Tessa clung to his legs, trying to stand. He kicked her away. His upbringing never taught
him not to strike a woman. His shoended on Tessa’s chest, and he felt nothing but calm as she
writhed in agony.
Aubree was right–Andrew and Tessa were the ones who deserved hell.
In the end, Tessa’s tears ran dry, reced by a hoarse, painful wail. She watched as her cherished
decor turned to ash. If she didn’t escape, both she and Andrew would be consumed by the ze.
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Andrew gave her onest look before walking away. She begged him to take her with him; she was too
weak to escape on her own. But he left without a backward nce, his departure resolute and cold.
As he disappeared, Tessa found a reserve of strength fueled by resentment. She dragged herself
towards safety, her fingernails snapping, trailing blood behind her. When she reached the ground floor,
she saw Andrew outside, smoking against the backdrop of a fiery inferno, their silhouettes aglow
Tessa copsed on the ground, now free from the mes. She cried bitterly, her body wracked with
pain
The wedding night she had longed for ended in tragic disarray. The man she loved had abandoned her
to save himself.