Dark Revenge Of A Jilted Bride: Till Life Do Us Part!-Chapter 110: Answers II

Zane sat dejected on the floor, his two fists bleeding, skin split and raw. Around him lay a scattered, deliberate mess—broken chairs and tables flung aside, metal rods bent out of shape, vases shattered into glittering shards.

The walls were streaked with blood where he had punched and punched, over and over, until something in his bones had cracked, until his hands had finally fallen limp at his sides, useless.

He didn’t care. Not about the pain. Not about the blood soaking into the floor. Not about the state of the room—one of many in the house he had bought a few years ago, an investment, a place known only to a handful of people who would never guess he was even here.

He had slid down to the floor hours ago and stayed there, hating himself with a ferocity that burned hotter than the pain in his hands.

He had screamed until his voice went hoarse, until his throat felt shredded. He had wept until whatever well fed his tears had gone dry. And now, what remained was a confused man—frustrated, hollowed out, broken nonetheless.

What had he seen?

His bloodied hand tapped the screen, smearing red across the glass as the video replayed again. He had watched it more than fifty times now, unable to stop himself. And again, there it was—the look in her eyes as she waited for him that day.

That day that was supposed to be the best of his life.

When he had sent her that text, he had been blinded by hurt, by fury so sharp it had cut off reason. Now, he wondered if it had been worth it.

Knowing what had transpired after that text, knowing what followed, he wondered if it had been worth it at all.

He hung his head in shame as her words from five years ago echoed in his mind, ringing every time doubt crept in.

Have I ever asked you anything, Zane...

She never had. And that was probably why it’d hurt so much. He hadn’t seen it coming. Hadn’t seen the heartbreak until it hit him square in the face.

At first, he hadn’t believed the report. He had refused to. Until video evidence had been sent to him—evidence that contained his Gianna, his fiancée, the woman he was meant to wed that same day in a...

The sound of the front bell echoed through the house, cutting off the reminiscence.

Who had found him? Or was it just the housekeeper?

He was too weak to even get to his feet. He cursed under his breath when his hand screamed in pain as he tried to place it on the ground and push himself up—just as the bell rang again.

It wasn’t the cleaner. Or the keeper. The private staff had their own key.

Biting down hard, he used his good hand to brace the one that had cracked, forcing strength into it through sheer will, snapping bones back to order. His teeth ground together during the process, so tightly it felt like they might shatter.

When he finally stood, he grabbed the nearest piece of fabric—a curtain—and slowly wiped his fists, his mind reeling.

She had lost her parents the same day. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

He hadn’t known it was the same day.

And she had lost their child. And her womb.

Tears welled again, spilling before he could stop them. How could he have been so stupid—so blind—not to have known she was pregnant?

Would that have changed anything? He asked himself the question and hated the answer forming in his chest.

He let himself remember the fury, how it had boiled so hot that it had scorched the love he had been denied since birth.

No. He might have told her to abort the baby. Or let her deliver and then take the baby away. Such was the rage that had consumed him then.

Now, the thought disgusted him.

Now, he wondered why he hadn’t asked questions. Why he hadn’t postponed.

He shook his head sharply. He wouldn’t have.

He wasn’t that person. He wasn’t cool-headed—not then, not in that situation.

For someone who had never experienced love except from his friends, Ewan and Sandro, he had never truly understood it, or what it demanded.

Yet... there was no excuse.

No wonder she loathed him.

As a matter of fact, he respected that she could even stay in the same space with him. If roles were reversed—if he were in her shoes—he would have shot himself the moment he came out of the coma.

He sighed as he opened the door and found Sandro standing on the threshold.

"How did you know where to find me?"

"I didn’t," Sandro said, stepping inside, his gaze already sweeping the living room where the destruction had begun. "This was the last resort in the country. I didn’t want to check at first—I thought you’d boarded your jet and fled. But I decided to look anyway..."

He paused, then nodded once. "Good. My instincts paid off."

He looked at the crestfallen Zane and sighed, eyes lingering on the bloodied knuckles. "You’re not much different from Ewan."

"How is she?" Zane asked, ignoring the remark.

Sandro exhaled heavily. "Fine. The last I heard. She’s stronger than we thought—stronger than we ever gave her credit for. I’m sure you can see that now. Not much different from Athena either..."

He raked a hand through his hair. "How she survived that, and yet..."

Zane knew exactly what he meant. And the realization that all of it stemmed from him settled like poison in his gut.

"And she said the accident was staged." Sandro continued. "Do you think your father did it? Considering he was against the marriage..."

Zane had asked himself that question countless times since the news broke. "Maybe," he said slowly. "I wouldn’t put it past him. But involving her whole family..."

He swallowed. "It’s probably him. He’s psychotic like that. You know, I once thought it was her uncle..." Another pause. "But—"

"You never know," Sandro cut in. "We still have to confirm. Spider’s already working on identifying the killer. Last I checked, they were at the house of the anonymous blogger."

Zane frowned, then moved to grab his coat.

Sandro stepped in front of him. "Don’t. I don’t think Gianna would want you in the same space—at least not until the interview."

"She’s still doing it?"

Sandro nodded. "So get ready for that. And call your housekeeper. This place is a mess."

Zane dropped the coat. It slipped from his fingers, and he sank down with it, collapsing onto the floor.

Sandro sighed again. "You’re wondering if she’s innocent."

"I saw the video, Sandro," Zane said hoarsely. "She cheated on me. She talked about plans—details..."

Sandro frowned. "That doesn’t sound like Gianna. Are you sure?"

"I know what I saw, Sandro..."

But a glint had entered Zane’s eyes as he pushed himself back to his feet.

"What are you planning now?"

"I’m going to see Antonio."