The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 643

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Chapter 643

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He knew every footstep was a sin, yet he chose to walk that path straight into the abyss.

Whatever fate awaited their son, his dying eyes would never see

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A beep, sharp and metallic, cut through the hush.

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The sound burst from deep inside Joaquin’s body, an implanted alarm finally claiming its turn.

Julius jolted, horror slamming into his bones. A sudden certainty ignited behind his eyes. He scrambled the dangling rope ladder and shouted toward the cockpit, “Lift!”

Quinn jerked the collective without a second’s pause, and the helicopter clawed upward. Two heartbeats later, Joaquin’s torso detonated in a bloom of fire.

The explosive flash leapt to the ancient cedar below, licking along its branches until the entire crown roared with flame.

Julius tumbled back through the side hatch, soot streaking his cheeks.

Behind him, Raymond slammed the door, sealing out the inferno’s breath.

“What in God’s name was that? How did he explode out of nowhere?” Quinn demanded, hands still locked on the controls.

“My father once told me,” Julius panted, “about a micro–bomb he designed. It can be hidden inside the body. The moment the heart stops, the charge goes off, preventing enemies from claiming the corpse. He always swore he’d implant one in himself so that when death arrived, nobody would lay hands on what remained.”

That memory had struck Julius the instant he heard the beep, driving the frantic order that saved them. Had they hesitated a single heartbeat longer, the blast would have swallowed the helicopter whole.

Raymond rested a heavy hand on Julius‘ shoulder. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Joaquin had been a monster, but monsters could still be fathers, and grief did not always check the ledger before it struck.

“He’s dead, and I’m relieved,” Julius whispered.

With Joaquin gone, no threat hovered over Quinn or their unborn child, and his father’s network would soon crumble. Yet the promised peace refused to settle in his chest.

“Right before the end, Father said another test awaited me, but he never explained what it was…” Julius started. A sudden, shrill beep sliced through the cabin.

“Within five minutes, this helicopter will explode. If the pilot’s hands leave the controls, it will detonate at once. Altitude must stay above one thousand meters.”

“What?” Everyone’s face drained of color.

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Chapter 643 Wrong To The End

Blood vanished from Julius‘ features as comprehension dawned.

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The helicopter, of course, was his father’s final gift–a cruel machine tailored for him and Quinn.

The message demanded the unthinkable: abandon her, and scramble for life before the timer ran out.

Strangely, the steadiest soul in the cabin was the woman at the yoke. Quinn’s voice cut through the panic like clean steel.

“Ray, pull up the map. I need the safest spot within five minutes of flying time for this thing to blow.”

Five minutes. That was all the clock would give her. The Ministry of Defense was too far; its protocols far too slow. The decision–every last awful piece of it–now sat squarely on her shoulders.

“Yes, ma’am,” Raymond said, his eyes locked on the glowing map. “South–east, abandoned shoreline–close enough we can hit it in five minutes.”

“Good!” Quinn snapped, adrenaline sharpening every syllable. “There are parachutes in the rear compartment. You and Julius gear up. The moment you see open ground, jump!”

“What about you?” Raymond asked.

“I’ll find my own way off before anything blows,” Quinn assured him.” Stop wasting breath. Suit up, both of you. And take care of Laura for me!”

Raymond nodded hard, then began strapping himself into the gray–canvas harness, fingers moving with soldierly precision.

“I’m not going,” Julius blurted, voice unexpectedly rough beneath the rotor roar.

“Save the heroics. Move!” Quinn shot back.

“You stay, I stay. You can’t leave the controls–so I’ll stay in the cockpit with you,” Julius declared, stubbornness welded to every consonant.

So this is the test Father designed–trying to see whether I’d abandon Quinn?

“Julius, I told you, I can get out before the blast. One extra body in here is one more variable I don’t need. You have to go first.”

“Then tell me how you plan to get

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