My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Lydia€™s Madness (Part €“ 2) Chapter 330: Lydia€™s Madness (Part €“ 2) Thomas gasped, eyes widening as the pressure cut off his air.

He thrashed against the ropes binding him, his feet scraping uselessly against the cold floor.

Lydia’s grip tightened, her face mere inches from his, eyes burning with vindictive satisfaction.

“This is what you deserve,” she hissed, her nails digging into his skin.

“Feel the pain and helplessness.” Thomas’s vision blurred.

His chest heaved, struggling for breath.

His body weakened, the fight draining out of him.

Darkness crept into the corners of his vision.

At that point, he thought he would die.

“You’ll suffer, Thomas,” she muttered darkly.

“And when Ava arrives, she’ll suffer, too.” BANG!

The deafening crack of gunfire shattered the tense air, reverberating off the concrete walls.

Lydia flinched, her eyes widening in shock.

Instinctively, she released Thomas, her head whipping around.

“What is happening?” she barked.

Thomas coughed violently as his lungs fought to drag in the air.

Each breath seared his chest, but a flicker of hope shone in his eyes.

The rescue team had come.

Lydia would be defeated.

He tilted his head up, locking eyes with Lydia.

Though his body was battered and weak, his gaze burned with quiet triumph.

“I warned you,” he rasped.

“You can’t get away with this.

Your game is over, Lydia.

Whatever twisted plan you had-it’s already failed.

Do yourself a favor.

Turn yourself in.

Maybe the court will show some mercy.” “Shut up,” she roared.

“Even if I lose everything, I won’t let you walk out of here alive!

I’ll drag you to hell with me.” BANG!

BANG!

Another round of gunfire echoed through the warehouse, louder and closer this time.

Lydia’s eyes darted toward the entrance, her breath hitching as heavy footsteps pounded against the concrete floor.

A man burst into the room, his face pale and glistening with sweat.

“It’s bad!” he panted, barely able to catch his breath.

“We’re under attack!

We need to get out of here now, or we’re all dead!” He reached out and grabbed Lydia’s arm, yanking her toward the exit.

But Lydia wasn’t ready to leave-not like this.

“No,” she shouted, wrenching her hand free with a wild jerk.

“I’m not leaving!

I won’t walk away with my revenge unfinished!” Her furious gaze snapped back to Thomas, eyes blazing like an inferno.

The raw hatred radiating from her was palpable, suffocating.

Thomas shuddered, dread crawling down his spine.

He squirmed harder, trying to escape.

Lydia’s eyes burned with unhinged fury as she stalked toward Thomas.

The chaos outside was nothing but background noise to her now.

“I told you I’d drag you to hell with me.

And today, you’re not walking out of here alive.” “Lydia, stop this madness!” Thomas pleaded.

“Listen to me-if you do this, there is no turning back.

You’re only digging yourself deeper into trouble!” “We can’t stay here any further,” the man yelled.

“They are getting close.” But Lydia was beyond reason.

Her mind was clouded, her heart hollowed by years of hatred and rage.

She wanted nothing but to kill Thomas and end this game.

She picked up the gasoline drum and tipped it, pouring the liquid in a wide arc around him.

“What are you doing?” Thomas cried.

“Stop this madness, Lydia.

Don’t do this!

You’re not just killing me-you’re destroying yourself.” “Destroy myself?” she sneered, tossing the empty drum aside with a loud clang.

“I’m already destroyed.

Do you think I have anything left to lose?” She took a step closer, her wild eyes locking onto his.

“I’ve already suffered more than you can imagine.

Every dream I ever had was crushed.

I won’t survive anyway.

The cops will find me and put me in jail.

Even if they don’t find me, Dylan won’t spare me.

He will make my life a hell.” Her lips curled into a bitter smile.

“No,” she muttered darkly.

“I won’t give Dylan or the cops the satisfaction.

I’ll end it here-on my terms.” The man standing nearby watched the scene unfold with growing unease.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he glanced toward the door, the sound of approaching boots growing louder by the second.

As she continued speaking, the man grew restless.

“This woman has lost her damn mind,” he muttered under his breath, nerves fraying.

“She is gonna get us both killed.

I need to get out of here before it’s too late.” Without caring about her, he spun around and fled.

“Lydia, don’t do this.” Thomas’s voice rose in sheer panic as he watched her pull out a lighter.

“I assure you I’ll talk to Dylan.

I’ll make him understand.

He’ll forgive you!

You don’t have to do this.” He jerked against the ropes.

Lydia let out a hollow, bitter chuckle, but her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“It’s too late, Thomas.

I really loved you.

I dreamed of a life with you-bearing your children, growing old by your side.

But Fate was never on my side.

It ripped everything away from me.

Lydia stepped forward, her shoes splashing through the puddle of gasoline.

“It’s okay.

I can still have a chance to die with you.” She flicked the lighter open.

The small flame danced to life.

“If there is a next life, I want you to fall for me first.

I want you to pursue me, to make me love you back,” she murmured, looking into his eyes with pain, longing, and regret.

“No.” Thomas shook his head, terrified as he looked at the flame.

One drop.

One slip.

That was all it would take.

He thrashed harder against the ropes, trying to pull his hands out of the rope.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears.

“Stop right there.” The command cut through the tension like a blade.

Both Lydia and Thomas whipped their heads toward the doorway, where a man in a black suit stood, aiming his gun at her.

His gaze darted from the lighter to the puddle of gasoline, and horror dawned on his face.

“Don’t!” he barked, stepping forward, finger tightening on the trigger.

But Lydia only smiled.

“Too late,” she whispered, and let the lighter slip from her fingers.