After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"Lucas..." Aveline murmured his name as she dialed his number.

Zachary watched her, shaking his head with a sigh.

Maybe she didn't even realize it herself, but her resistance to Lucas had softened.

After all, she wasn't heartless. How could anyone remain unmoved in the face of sincere apologies and requests for forgiveness? The busy signal droned in her ear, and as the dull beeping continued, Aveline's expression turned sour.

Why wasn't he picking up? Where had he gone?

In the end, the call disconnected automatically.

"He won't take my call... then I don't need him," Aveline muttered, wobbling slightly as she stood up and headed toward the door. Zachary quickly stepped in to steady her, preventing a fall.

But Aveline pushed him away. "I... I'm fine. I can manage on my own."

He stayed close, ready to catch her if needed.

Given how much she had drunk, her unsteady gait was no surprise.

Thankfully, despite her zigzagging path, she managed to avoid falling.

Back in her room, Zachary said, "Get some rest. I'll leave now but call me if you need anything."

"Okay... sure." Aveline nodded, her voice a little slurred.

her-she was lying on the bed with

he shut the door and

head hit the pillow, Aveline fell into a

state, she began

Smoke?

smell like smoke

her fully awake. She opened her eyes and saw thick smoke swirling through

as she sat up and looked around, she caught

an instant, the haze of alcohol cleared

Fire!

coat, and rushed to the bathroom. She soaked the coat thoroughly with water, then

soon as she cracked the door open, a surge of flames leaped inside! The fire in the hallway was even fiercer than

slammed the door shut, her face draining

this happen? How did a

grabbed her phone, intending to call the fire department, but there was no signal. She couldn't even make

wasn't an accident. Someone

they meant to burn them alive.

Zachary's muffled voice

"I'm fine!