The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 43

"I want a lot, but is it as much as your Rachel?" Stella glanced at Haynes with a slight lift of her eyes. "For your precious Rachel, you gave her my wedding. You dropped one hundred million to launch her career without batting an eye, and then you froze my card, claiming I'm the one who's asking too much?"

Haynes' voice was icy. "These aren't reasons for you to keep targeting Rachel."

Stella retorted with sarcasm, "Oh, it's all on me because Ms. Pearce is pure as the driven snow."

Haynes heard the sarcasm loud and clear, which irked him. Stella seemed unreasonable to him now.

Just as he was about to speak, Stella cut him off. "I hope Mr. O'Brien and Ms. Pearce clear up all the false information about me online. Or else, don't blame me when your reputations get ruined."

Haynes' deep eyes were inscrutable. "Ruined reputations?"

"Yes, Mr. O'Brien, don't you believe it?"

"Not really," he replied dryly.

Stella smiled, not pressing further. "Well, let's wait and see."

Their conversation ended on yet another sour note.

Not long after Haynes left, Neville returned and drove Stella back home.

...

The following day, Stella drove to pick Marvin up from school. Though the storm was far from over, Marvin hadn't seen her in days and insisted on meeting her.

Thinking of Marvin warmed Stella's heart. Even the pain in her chest seemed to ease a little.

Traffic was heavy at this hour, and Stella texted Marvin lest he got anxious.

[Sweetie, I'm stuck in traffic and might be a few minutes late.]

Marvin quickly texted back, [I understand, Stella. Don't worry. Just be careful.]

She threw herself into Haynes' arms, "Haynie, I thought I was going to die. I was so scared..."

Haynes soothed her in a low voice, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."

The scene outside was chaotic, with plenty of onlookers around the spectacle.

Haynes didn't glance in Stella's direction as he moved through the crowd, seemingly intent on getting Rachel away from the scene.

Black smoke mingled with fiery sparks, and the acrid smell of gasoline stung Stella's throat, making her cough.

"Cough, cough!"

Stella struggled to get out of the car, only to find her foot trapped and unable to move. Instinctively, she reached for her phone in her pocket, desperate to call for help.

The car was catching fire, and if she called the emergency services, they might not arrive in time to save her from being burned alive.