Chapter 63

~ Charles

Time froze as I stared at Janette’s lifeless form on the cold kitchen floor. The pool of blood around her wrists expanded slowly, as if echoing the fading beats of her heart. The shock of the scene pierced through my calculated exterior, leaving me momentarily breathless.

Megan, too, stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief. The kitchen, once a place of routine and sustenance, transformed into a haunting tableau of tragedy. The air thickened with a mixture of regret and despair.

Without thinking, I rushed to Janette’s side, my hands shaking as I fumbled for my phone. “Call an ambulance,” I barked at Megan, who was slowly regaining her composure. The weight of Janette’s life hanging in the balance was a reality check, a stark reminder that my revenge had spiraled into a chaos beyond my control.

Megan immediately pulled out her phone from her purse and dialed emergency services, her voice shaking as she told them the situation on the ground. While I attempted to stop the flo