Chapter 917 Rhett's Domestic Violence and Attempt to Kill His Wife
Rhett stormed into the bedroom, his face dark with anger as he glared at Avery sitting on the bed.
"What are you doing in the bedroom in the middle of the day?" he demanded, scanning the room suspiciously before turning back to Lyanna. "Where's Edgar?"
He knew Edgar hadn't left the house—that was why he'd come back.
Lyanna hesitated, almost saying Edgar had gone out, but Avery jumped in first. "Edgar's obviously in Lyanna's room. Why would you look for him in my bedroom?"
Rhett pointed at Avery. "I'll deal with you later," he threatened before heading toward Lyanna's room.
"Wait!" Lyanna blocked his path. "Edgar was drinking last night and he's still sleeping. He gets really angry when someone wakes him up. You might want to wait."
Rhett's face darkened further. The Cunningham Group matter could wait a bit longer. He turned back to Avery, confident that he—a fully grown man—could easily handle a pregnant woman.
"Go back to your room," he ordered Lyanna. "When Edgar wakes up, tell him to wait for me in the living room." His tone made it clear she shouldn't interfere, no matter what she heard.
Lyanna looked at Avery fearfully. She knew how dangerous Rhett became in this state—he always took out his frustrations on women.
"Rhett, Avery's pregnant. Maybe you shouldn't—"
"Get out!" Rhett shouted, his threat unmistakable.
Lyanna trembled but refused to leave. She'd rather take the beating herself than leave Avery in danger.
"Not listening to me anymore?" Rhett's voice dropped dangerously low.
Seeing Lyanna's pale face, Avery spoke gently, "It's okay, Lyanna. Go rest. Rhett and I just need to talk."
Lyanna shook with fear, her eyes welling with tears as she looked at Avery, wanting to warn her about Rhett's violent mood.
"I'll be fine. Go get some sleep," Avery reassured her, recognizing Lyanna's fear from past abuse.
"Nobody interferes, no matter what you hear. Understand?" Rhett commanded the housekeeper in the living room.
"Yes, Mr. Murray," the housekeeper nervously replied.
"Don't be afraid, and don't come in, no matter what," Avery added calmly, signaling Lyanna to stay quiet.
Lyanna left reluctantly, terrified for the pregnant woman.
Avery closed the door and sat on the bed, unafraid. Edgar was still hiding in the closet, and even without him, she could handle Rhett easily.
"You don't even acknowledge when I come home? Is this how a wife should behave? Get up!" Rhett was clearly looking for a fight.
In the closet, Edgar was ready to pounce. Could he get away with killing this bastard?
Avery remained motionless on the bed.
Rhett laughed maniacally and began unbuckling his belt.
Avery watched him. So he was going to beat her with his belt? This was the real Rhett, finally showing himself.
"Avery, I work to support you, feed you, and even raise your bastard child, and this is how you treat me?" Rhett raised the belt to strike her.
Edgar was about to burst from the closet, but he was too late—Rhett's scream came first.
In one fluid motion, Avery caught the belt and sprayed pepper spray directly into Rhett's eyes. "Aah!" She followed with a sharp slap across his face.
If she weren't pregnant, she would have beaten him senseless.
Rhett fell to the floor screaming, clutching his eyes, unable to see.
Edgar crawled out of the closet, watching in shock as Rhett writhed on the floor. Avery warned Edgar to stay quiet with a gesture, then kicked Rhett between the legs.
"What were you saying, darling? I didn't quite catch that," Avery said, cleaning her ear dramatically as Rhett's screams pierced the air.
"Avery, I'll kill you," Rhett whimpered, curling into a ball.
"I'm pregnant. If you try to kill me, my self-defense is completely justified," Avery whispered in his ear before standing up and deliberately starting to break things around the room.
Outside, Lyanna was likely recording everything as evidence of Rhett's domestic violence.
The crashing and banging sent everyone outside scurrying away, too afraid to enter.
Avery gestured for Edgar to get out. Poor Edgar was almost aroused—Avery's ruthlessness thrilled him.
Before leaving, he couldn't resist kicking Rhett once more before slipping out the door.
"Avery, you vicious woman... my eyes... call 911... I'll kill you, I swear I'll—" Before he could finish, Avery sprayed his mouth with pepper spray.
The capsaicin silenced him completely; now he could only whimper.
Avery sat imperiously on the bed, watching Rhett crawl pathetically on the floor.
Outside, right on cue, Edgar pretended to have just woken up.
"What's all this noise? Can't a man get some sleep?" Edgar kicked the door. "Open up! What's going on in there?"
Hearing someone, Rhett tried desperately to call for help.
As if Edgar would save him.
Avery opened the door and began sobbing. "He attacked me! He threatened to kill me! Someone call the police!"
Lyanna stared at Rhett's swollen eyes. "I'll... I'll call them right away."
Rhett's belt lay on the floor, his pants barely staying up as he sprawled pathetically, eyes swollen like walnuts, throat inflamed—the picture of misery.
"I recorded everything," Lyanna added. "It was terrifying. Rhett... he threatened to kill her!"
"I'm pregnant," Avery sobbed. "When he tried to kill me, I had to use my pepper spray."
Edgar stood to the side, amazed at Avery's resourcefulness.
The police arrived quickly. Hearing about domestic violence, they immediately took Rhett away for a 24-hour hold.
Rhett could barely open his eyes and could hardly speak coherently.
With Lyanna's recording as evidence, his guilt was clear, and he was taken away to cool off in a cell.
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