My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Desperate plea for help Chapter 281: Desperate plea for help Gianna twisted the rusty faucet, and a weak stream of water trickled out.

She cupped her hands and drank greedily, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat but doing nothing to ease the gnawing hunger in her stomach.

For two days, she had survived on nothing but water, trapped within the crumbling walls of this abandoned house.

She was afraid-afraid to step outside, afraid of the cops, and even more afraid of Dylan’s men, who were hunting her like wolves on a scent.

But she couldn’t go on like this.

She was starving, exhausted, and running out of money.

She needed help.

There was only one person who might help her.

Erica.

With her trembling hand, she picked up the phone and switched it on.

Taking a deep breath, she dialed Erica’s number.

The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before the call was finally answered.

“Why are you calling me?” Erica’s voice was sharp, laced with irritation.

Gianna squeezed her eyes shut, forcing down the lump of desperation in her throat.

“Erica, please, help me get out of the country,” she pleaded.

“I swear, after this, I won’t be your problem anymore.

Just this once-help me, for the sake of our old friendship.” A bitter laugh came from the other end of the line.

“You messed up again,” she hissed.

“You were supposed to kill Ava, but you hurt Dylan instead.

And now you expect me to help you?

Do you really think I’d lift a finger for the person who put my cousin’s life in danger?” Tears welled up in Gianna’s eyes as she clutched the phone tighter.

“Please, Erica€¦ I’m begging you.” Her voice shook with despair.

“I have no money and haven’t eaten for two days.

I won’t survive much longer.

Just this one time€¦ please.” Erica parted her lips to snap back, but before she could utter a word, the phone was yanked from her grasp.

She spun around, startled, and found herself face-to-face with her mother’s furious glare.

Lydia’s dark eyes burned with quiet rage, and Erica instinctively took a step back.

Lydia didn’t spare her daughter another glance as she lifted the phone to her ear.

“Please, Erica, I’m begging you,” Gianna’s voice came through, thick with sobs.

Lydia’s tone was sharp and emotionless as she cut in.

“It’s me, Lydia.

What do you want?” The moment Gianna heard that voice, her breath hitched.

Hope flickered in her chest-fragile, uncertain-but fear settled in just as quickly.

Lydia had never been a woman of kindness, and Gianna knew that better than anyone.

Would she help her or turn her away without a second thought?

“Aunt€¦ I’m in grave trouble,” Gianna choked out, her words tumbling over each other in her panic.

“The cops are everywhere, and Dylan’s men are hunting me too.

If they catch me, I’m finished.

Please, help me get out of the country.

I swear, I’ll never come back.” “Calm down,” Lydia said indifferently.

“I’ll help you escape.” A wave of relief crashed over Gianna.

“Thank you, Aunt.

Thank you!

I’ll be grateful to you forever.” “Listen carefully,” Lydia instructed.

“Someone will come for you late at night.

He’ll take you out of the country.

Send me your location.” “Yes, yes€¦ I’ll send it right away,” Gianna replied hurriedly, her fingers trembling as she ended the call.

She quickly typed out her location and sent it to Lydia.

Oblivious to Lydia’s true intentions, Gianna clung to the belief that salvation was finally within reach.

Ending the call, Lydia tossed the phone onto the nearby table.

Her eyes, already ablaze with fury, darkened even further as she turned to face Erica.

“I told you not to contact her,” she spat, seething with anger.

“That woman injured Dylan.

If he finds out you’re still in touch with her, we will be doomed.” Erica shook her head frantically.

“I didn’t-I swear, I didn’t contact her!

She called me.” But Lydia wasn’t interested in excuses.

She lifted a hand sharply, silencing her.

“Enough,” she snapped.

“Don’t mention her again.

I’ll handle this matter.” Erica nodded obediently, but her mind swirled with doubts.

She hesitated, then finally voiced the question gnawing at her.

“Are you really going to help her?

Will you send her away as you promised?” Lydia’s lips curled into a slow, wicked grin.

“Yes, of course, I am going to help her disappear.” Erica’s stomach twisted, a cold unease creeping up her spine.

Something told her that whatever Lydia had planned, had nothing to do with mercy.

~~~~~~~~~~ The night was deep and silent, cloaked in an eerie stillness.

Gianna sat stiffly in the dimly lit room, her fingers gripping her phone as she stared at the screen, waiting-praying-for it to ring.

But the device remained still, offering no sign of the salvation she longed for.

A sudden knock at the door shattered the suffocating silence.

Her heart thumped with anticipation.

She was sure it was the man Lydia had sent to take her away.

Without hesitation, she rushed to the door and pulled it open.

A man stood before her, his face shadowed beneath the hood of his jacket.

He lifted his head slightly and looked at her.

“Miss Gianna?” Gianna nodded quickly, her eyes scanning him warily.

“You?” “Lydia ma’am sent me,” he said flatly.

Relief flooded her veins.

She let out a shaky breath, her lips curving into a grateful smile.

“I’ll bring my bag.” But the moment her back was turned, something hard and unforgiving slammed into the back of her head.

A sharp jolt of pain shot through her skull.

Her vision blurred, her knees buckled, and before she could process what had happened, the world around her dissolved into darkness.

The man wasted no time.

He crouched down, grabbed her limp body by the legs, and dragged her across the cold, dusty floor.

Outside, a black car sat idling in the shadows.

He hauled her toward it, pried open the trunk, and shoved her motionless form inside.

The trunk slammed shut with a hollow thud.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, the man started the engine and drove off into the night.

Several minutes later, the car rolled to a stop in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by darkness and silence.

The road stretched empty in both directions, and the air was thick with the damp scent of earth and vegetation.

The man behind the wheel glanced around, his sharp eyes scanning for any sign of life.

Seeing none, he turned off the engine and stepped out.

He made his way to the back of the car and popped open the trunk.

Gianna’s unconscious form lay inside.

He gripped her by the legs and hauled her out mercilessly toward the jungle on the side of the road, his boots crunching against the fallen leaves and twigs.

Step by step, he dragged her along until he reached the grave he had dug earlier.

He kicked her into the pit.

The impact jolted Gianna awake.

A sharp pain throbbed at the back of her skull, making her groan.

Her mind was muddled, the world around her an unfamiliar blur.

“Ugh€¦” she whimpered, struggling to push herself up, but as she moved, something cold and gritty rained down onto her face.

Alarmed, she straightened up frantically, brushing off the soil from her face.

But it didn’t stop.

More and more earth poured down on her, clinging to her skin, hair, and clothes.

She blinked rapidly, her vision clearing just enough to take in her surroundings.

Her stomach dropped.

She was inside a grave.

Six feet under.