Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 673

Wiona checked on the girls. After rinsing their eyes and mouths, everyone crowded into the secret room together. The moment they saw all those photos covering the walls, anger took over, making them tremble.

“We’re only a few of his victims,” one of them said quietly.

“There are just a dozen of us here. Who knows how many other girls he spied on in this room, or even hurt, and they never found out what really happened.”

“Every photo here is proof of what he did,” another girl said, her voice shaking. “He deserves way worse than we could ever do to him.”

Phones came out as they started snapping pictures, desperate to document everything. Someone found women’s personal belongings tucked away. Another spotted a cup she’d lost ages ago. Someone else picked up a tooth, pale and small. “It has my name on it. This is my baby tooth!”

“Oh my god, he’s seriously messed up.”

“He’s a monster. He deserves whatever’s coming.”

Their emotions built, swirling into a storm of rage and disgust. One of the girls, unable to handle the sight, grabbed something heavy and looked ready to smash the whole place.

Wiona caught her wrist. She let them vent, but kept her voice calm. “Don’t destroy the evidence. Everything in this room is enough to make sure he never walks free again, but we have to be smart about this. Remember why we’re here. We want the world to see him for what he really is, to know the truth about what he’s done.”

Right then, Phil’s urgent voice shouted from outside. “Mr. Sullivan, Mrs. Sullivan, there’s trouble. The main hall’s on fire. The house is going up!”

Wiona and Conrad went straight for the door. The others looked at each other, worry in their eyes, then hurried after them.

Even as they rushed out, Conrad pulled Phil aside. “Forget the other buildings. Just keep this room safe.”

Phil nodded hard, staying behind to guard the evidence, while calling for backup. They had to be ready to stop the fire from spreading.

Out front, the flames were already out of control. When Wiona and Conrad made it around the house, Nikolai came running with worry written all over his face.

“Ma’am, Mr. Sullivan, what do we do? Should we try to put the fire out? Smoke’s rising. The villagers are outside, and some want to come in. Should we keep the gate locked, or…”

Conrad looked at Wiona, waiting for her call.

She didn’t hesitate. “Open the gate. Tell the villagers to help with the fire.”

She ran to the main hall doors and pounded on them. “Bronwen! Bronwen, are you in there? The house is on fire. Why are you still inside? Get out, now!”

A rough, coughing voice called back. “Leave us alone. Go away. Just go!”

Wiona had no idea what those three were thinking, but if this kept up, how would Wilson pay for any of it?

Conrad wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back. “Stay behind me.”

“Don’t you dare pick on Ms. Morgan,” one of them shouted.

“Wilson is a monster. He did all those awful things.”

“He deserves every bit of what’s coming to him.”

Tension filled the air, and it looked like a fight might break out right there.

Just then, Conrad kicked the door open with a bang. Smoke and flames rushed out in a wave. The argument stopped. Everyone scrambled, calling for help.

“Hurry, over here. This is Riverdale, we need help!”

On the other side of the smoke, Wiona covered her mouth and nose, Conrad holding her tight as he shielded her. She peered through the haze and finally saw what was happening inside.

Louisa was crawling toward the door. Wilson was on the floor, trying to break free from Bronwen’s grip.

It was Bronwen who started the fire. She’d lit the firewood under the family altar, tipped over an oil lamp, and probably let the flames catch on the curtains.

Seeing the door broken open, Bronwen shouted, her voice raw. “Louisa, don’t look back. Just keep crawling. Go faster!”