Chapter 155 Trapped in the Secret Room
Anne panicked, fumbling with her collar to cover the necklace. But her neckline was too low, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hide it.
A stylishly dressed girl suddenly spoke up, her voice clear and cutting like a knife aimed at Anne. "Anne, didn't you tell us that this necklace was custom-made by Edward for you? So how come it's now the necklace Edward used to propose to Diana?"
Anne's lie was exposed in front of everyone, and her face turned red with embarrassment. She opened her mouth but couldn't say a word, completely losing her earlier arrogance. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the tension between Anne and me reached its peak, like the calm before a storm, with a fierce conflict about to erupt. The partygoers around us sensed the impending trouble and quickly found excuses to leave, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.
Seeing everyone leave, Anne was both angry and annoyed. "Diana, look at what you've done, scaring all my friends away." Saying this, she grabbed a plate from the table and threw it at me. I deftly dodged, and the plate fell to the ground, shattering with a crisp sound.
At that moment, I was grateful for my regular exercise, which kept me agile even during pregnancy and prevented me from getting hurt by Anne.
I said, "Anne, you know very well why they didn't dare to stay here. You don't need to put all the blame on me."
Hearing this, Anne stomped her foot in anger. She picked up her phone from the table and said furiously, "I'm going to call Edward and tell him you're bullying me."
I shrugged and responded, "Go ahead. I don't care."
If Anne told Edward about my return, it wouldn't be a bad thing for me. At least it would make him understand my determination to divorce, serving as a warning to his evasive attitude. While Anne was on the phone, I headed upstairs.
I hadn't stepped into the main bedroom for a long time. If it weren't for organizing my things today, I might never have come in again.
The last time I came, I found Anne had carelessly thrown my clothes and belongings into a corner of the closet. But now, when I opened the closet again, it was filled with her things; even the small corner that originally belonged to me was stuffed with her toys.
My gaze slowly swept across the room, and I immediately saw my photo frame placed on the bedside table, with Anne's water cup placed on top of it. The photo frame had many water stains, indicating she had been using it as a coaster for a long time. Clearly, Edward approved of her behavior, or at least he tacitly allowed it.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I tilted my head back, trying hard not to let them fall, but the sadness in my heart surged like a tide. As I was drowning in this sea of sorrow, I suddenly heard the door behind me. I turned around, shocked to see the door, which had been slightly open, now closed from the outside, followed by the sound of a key turning.
My heart sank. I rushed to the door, frantically twisting the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. Panic set in as I pounded on the door and shouted, but there was no response. This door was made of special materials, with excellent soundproofing and sealing. Edward had installed it in the master bedroom so that no one outside could hear us, no matter what we did inside. But now, this door had become my prison. No matter how desperately I called for help, no one outside could hear me.
I tried everything I could think of, but eventually, exhausted and out of breath, I couldn't open the door. The effort left me physically drained, and suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen and an unbearable ache in my lower back, as if countless needles were piercing me, making it hard to stand.
I wanted to lie down and rest, but the thought of Anne having slept in this bed made me prefer the floor. I lay down by the door, but the hard and cold floor made me even more uncomfortable. If Edward didn't come back, I might die here without anyone knowing.
As the sky darkened, the room grew dim. I struggled to stand up, trying to turn on the light. However, no matter what I did, the room remained pitch black. I looked out the window, trying to see the living room downstairs, but it was also dark.
What's worse was that all the windows I could see from my position were dark. Could the villa have lost power? I was puzzled, but it seemed unlikely. This high-end community had a reliable power supply system, with backup lines in case of issues.
The only possibility was that someone had done this on purpose. I curled up against the wall, feeling the bone-chilling cold from the floor, but it was nothing compared to the fear in my heart.
I quickly took out my phone, only to find it was dead. Now, I could only pray to God for a way out. And I prayed over and over until I fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes again, the sunlight outside the window woke me. The bright light warmed my body, but it was so dazzling that I could barely open my eyes. I looked out the window, hoping Melissa would see me while tending to the garden.
But as dusk approached, there was still no sign of Melissa. I then realized that the Howard Villa's gate was locked. Was I the only one in the house? Where had Edward gone? Where was Anne? Where was Melissa? Questions swirled in my mind, but there was no one to answer them.
A wave of sadness washed over me. If no one came back, would I die of thirst and hunger here, never to be found? The thought filled me with sorrow. Would my unborn child, who had never seen the world, perish with me in this endless darkness and solitude?
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