My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him
Chapter 74: Does He Want Her Dead?

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Does He Want Her Dead?

Chloe Simpson’s mind was a blank, her eyes only fixated on those scissors.

At this moment, a single thought flashed in her heart: Would all the pain really end with just one cut?

With that thought, she inexplicably picked up the scissors and stabbed toward her heart.

But in a split second, to her utter shock, just as she plunged the scissors toward her chest, Alexander Johnson reached out to block in front of her chest.

With a "thud" sound, the scissors pierced into Alexander Johnson’s hand, and Chloe watched it happen, motionless.

"You!"

With a sudden "clang," the scissors fell from Chloe’s hand onto the floor.

She looked up at Alexander, dumbfounded, without any reaction, with only one thought revolving in her mind.

Alexander Johnson actually used his hand to block the scissors she stabbed?

Why?

Wasn’t he the one who sarcastically handed her the scissors, telling her to end it?

Chloe just stared, watching as blood kept flowing from Alexander’s hand, dripping onto her nurse’s uniform.

The bright red blood formed a stark contrast with the white uniform.

Perhaps out of a nurse’s instinct, Chloe quickly regained her composure and started to mechanically bandage Alexander.

"Let me bandage you."

She had just taken the gauze in hand when Alexander withdrew his hand and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window: "Get out!"

"Your hand is bleeding."

Saving lives is a doctor’s duty, and as a supervisor nurse in the emergency department for many years, Chloe simply couldn’t just stand by.

Not to mention that Alexander got hurt because of her.

"I’ll say it again, get out! Do you believe that with just one call, I can make all the people around you disappear without a trace?"

Upon hearing the footsteps behind him, Alexander turned around and roared, pointing toward the door.

"..." Chloe abruptly froze, looked at Alexander.

Eventually, she left the ward, not even having time to put down the gauze in her hand.

After leaving the ward, she clutched the gauze in her palm tightly, wandering aimlessly into the chilly night wind.

Her mind was filled with everything that had happened tonight.

Finally, only two scenes kept replaying in her head.

Alexander handed her the scissors, telling her to commit suicide.

Yet at the critical moment, he blocked the scissors, injuring himself.

She didn’t know where she was going, just subconsciously putting one foot in front of the other.

Until the sudden screech of brakes and blinding lights appeared.

"Walking without looking, courting death?"

Chloe looked up to find a large truck stopped just a meter away from her.

Only then did she notice the red light ahead.

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry..."

She quickly bowed in apology and stepped aside.

The truck driver cursed a few more times before leaving.

After the truck drove off, Chloe surveyed her surroundings and realized she had wandered into the middle of the road.

With a frustrated sigh, she took out her phone to check the time, realizing it was already 1 a.m.

She randomly hailed a taxi and went home.

Half an hour later, Chloe returned to the Golden Sunshine.

She thought that so late at night, Lucas Hughes must be asleep.

She quietly unlocked the door, and upon turning on the light, was confronted by chaos.

The glass cups that used to sit on the coffee table were shattered on the floor.

Bowls were also broken all over the kitchen floor.

It seemed everything that could be smashed in the house had been smashed.

Chloe was stunned!

What on earth happened in this house?

Could a thief have broken in?

She raised her hand to grab a broom for self-defense and headed toward the master bedroom.

At this point, she didn’t even dare call out Lucas’s name.

Step by step, she walked cautiously, trying to make as little noise as possible.

A scene flashed through her mind—the door to the master bedroom swinging open, blood everywhere, Lucas Hughes lying on the floor.

As she reached the master bedroom’s door, her heart pounded almost out of her throat as she went to push open the door.

"Ah!"

She pushed the door open with a scream, waving the broom hysterically.

After a while with no response, she finally came to her senses and stopped.

She reached for the light switch, only to find the master bedroom empty, with no sign of Lucas Hughes.

"Lucas!"

Chloe exclaimed and picked up her phone to call Lucas Hughes.

At that moment, Lucas was at his parents’ house, sleeping soundly.

He heard the persistent buzzing beside his ear, turned over, and absentmindedly hit the phone to stop it before going back to sleep.

Seeing the call go unanswered increased Chloe’s worry, prompting her to dial the police right away.

"Hello, is this 110? Hi, I’d like to report an incident!"