Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

Chapter 278

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I stood there, my hands clenched into fists, the helplessne choking me. I didn’t know how to fix this. I didn’t know how to help her. I wanted to reach out, to hold her, to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words seemed so hollow. There was nothing I could say to undo the horror she had experienced.

My only thought was this: I would make sure Xander never hurt her again. I would hunt him down, make him pay for the pain he had caused her, for the nightmare he had dragged her into. But even that thought, revenge, felt up for empty, meaningless in the face of the devastation that stood before me. How could anything ever make what she had lost? How could I possibly take away the trauma he had inflicted upon her? noveldrama

As I watched Marcus crouch beside her, his hand gently brushing her hair back as he whispered soft reassurances, I realized that, no matter what I did, this wasn’t something that could be fixed easily. The damage had been done, and all we could do now was help her plece herself back together, If that was even possible. But one thing was for sure, I would stand by her side, alongside Marcus, every step of the way. Whatever it took, I wouldn’t let her face this alone. We would fight for her, even if she didn’t know how to fight for herself right now. We wouldn’t give up Not now. Not ever.

Just as I turned to leave the room, I was stopped dead in my tracks by the unexpected sight of my best friend, Nick, standing in front of me. Luke was there too, standing just behind him. I didn’t know when they’d arrived, but it was clear they had heard the scream, the same heart–wrenching, gut–wrenching scream that still echoed in my ears, and had witnessed what I had. The look on their faces told me everything.

Luke’s expression was one of defeat, his shoulders slumped as though the weight of the world had been pressed down on him. But it was Nick who broke me. The man, usually so stoic, was standing there, tears streaming down his face. He didn’t even try to hide it. There was no shame in his grief, no attempt to mask the raw, painful emotions he was feeling. He was crying openly, watching the woman he loved, no, the woman he still loved, suffer in a way that no one should have to.

I didn’t want to imagine what was going through his mind couldn’t. The agony, the helplessness of watching someone you cherish in such a state of torment, it had to be unbearable. As much as I tried to focus on Olivia and her brokenness, the sight of Nick was enough to make my chest tighten. It was like watching a mirror image of the devastation she was enduring.

I thought I had seen the shadow of Nick Jones when Olivia left him, the loss in his eyes, the emptiness that followed her departure. But I was wrong. What I was seeing now was not a shadow of Nick. This was the real Nick Jones. He had been broken too. Just like Olivia, he stood there shattered, stripped of all the strength I had once seen in him. He looked exactly like she did, vulnerable, hollow, and utterly destroyed.

In that moment, I realized how much pain Nick had been carrying inside of him. I had always believed he was strong enough to handle anything, but now, seeing him like this, I understood. It wasn’t just Olivia who had been crushed by what happened. Nick had been carrying his own grief, his own version of the heartbreak, and it had finally broken him.