Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 694

“What did you do to me?”

“Come on… tell me, what did you do…”

“I’m not letting you get away with this!”

“I’ll report you… I’m calling the police, I swear!”

Wiona pulled the needle out with practiced ease and tucked the syringe back into her bag. Only then did she peel off her gloves. She didn’t rush, and her voice stayed calm, almost lazy, as she said, “Do you really think the police are going to believe anything you say now?”

“And what proof do you even have that I’ve done something to you?”

“The security camera in here?”

“Wilson, you’re not a kid anymore. How are you still so naive?”

“If I managed to slip in here without the police noticing, do you really believe that camera is still running?”

That was the moment Wilson finally got it—just how terrifying Wiona really was.

When had things changed? Wasn’t she just a simple, innocent girl? When did she become this calculating woman, holding all the cards, holding his fate right in her hands?

Wilson’s mind scrambled back through everything that had led him here. It all started when that room was discovered. And how did they find the room? It all pointed back to Wiona. Only now did he realize, that maybe everything that had happened to him was all part of her plan.

“You…”

“It was you?”

“You set me up?”

“Wiona, you knew all along I wasn’t really your father. You knew the paternity test was faked. You even knew about the Thompson family!”

“What else do you know? What else have you done to me?”

“My hand… does what happened to my right hand have anything to do with you?”

Wiona didn’t bother to deny it. She crossed her arms and stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes cold as ice.

“Was I the one who set you up, or are you just finally facing the consequences of your own choices?”

“Wilson, this is just karma catching up to you.”

“Remember this—what goes around always comes back.”

“If you hadn’t hurt so many people, you wouldn’t be living through this hell right now.”

“You’re not that little girl I used to stare at anymore…”

“I underestimated you. I did, ah—!”

Suddenly, his heart clenched tight, and a sharp, stabbing pain shot through his lower body. He thrashed on the bed, his limbs twisting, his body jerking like some kind of broken puppet.

“What did you… do to me…”

Wiona’s voice stayed cool and collected. “Stop wasting time, Wilson.”

“Give me something real. Make me believe you. If you do, I’ll give you what you want—a quick end.”

“If not, I promise you, you’ll be in agony for three days and nights, and you still won’t die.”

“The choice is all yours, Wilson.”

Wiona knew what she was doing wasn’t exactly noble. But she didn’t regret a thing. With Wilson—a liar, a schemer, a complete monster—she had to go to the extreme to get him to talk. Otherwise, she might never get the truth.

Wilson writhed in pain. Every move made it worse—his burns, the stump where his hand used to be, every muscle in his body spasming and cramping from whatever poison was inside him. The pain was blinding, unbearable, worse than death itself.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He screamed, desperate, “I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything! Please, just tell me what you want to know. I’ll answer, I swear, just let me die after. I’d rather be dead than go on like this!”