Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

NICK

1 grabbed the toolbox the one from the tomb, the one had wed on Olivia My hands rightened around the cold metal. It was time to turn the tables, Time to wake his feel what he’d done

Luke stood a few feet away, watching the. His eyes narrow, But he didn’t say anything. Feould tell he wanted to He always did. But this wasn’t his fight.

“I just want to see what’s in here,” I said, my voice lowe. I m’t sure if I was trying to convince him or myself. noveldrama

Luke nodded slowly, his gaze still fixed on the toolbox. He didn’t trust me. I didn’t blame him. I didn’t trust myself either.

I moved toward the door, the toolbox heavy in my hands. Every step felt like the air was pushing back. My heart pounded, my breath shallow. The door was close, but it felt like it was miles away.

“Nick”

1 froze. Luke’s voice cut through the silence. I didn’t turn around.

“I’ll go with you,” he said, his tone softer now but still firm “I want to see too.”

I glanced at him over my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I said, the words sharp.

Before he could react, I sprinted toward the room. Luke wasn’t going to stop me. I wouldn’t let him.

I slammed the door shut behind me, the lock clicking into place. The sound echoed in the small room. It was just me and Xander now.

He sat in the corner, his posture relaxed, like he still thought he was in control. But when he saw the toolbox in my hands, his smirk faded. His eyes flicked to the box, then back to me.

“Are you here to play again, Nick?” he sneered, but his voice wavered.

I didn’t answer. I set the toolbox down and opened it, the cold metal tools glinting in the dim light. Xander’s eyes widened, his bravado crumbling.

I raised my finger, pointing directly at the toolbox. He followed the movement, his eyes narrowing as he registered what I was indicating.

For a brief moment, his confident façade cracked, and his face drained of colour. The blood seemed to drain from his face, his bravado fading as fear began to take root in his eyes.

“You like these, don’t you?” I said, my voice calm. “You used them on Olivia. Now it’s your turn.”

He tried to stand, but I was faster. I shoved him back into the chair, my hands gripping his shoulders. His face paled, his confidence gone.

“You think you’re untouchable,” I said, leaning closer. “But you’re not.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

For the first time, Xander looked scared.

He was no longer the one in control. Now, the tables were turned. And I would make sure he knew exactly what it felt like to be the victim.