No Wife, No Life Chapter 317

Molly thought to herself that she needed to chase her own dreams.

She couldn't keep sticking around, getting hurt by him over and over again, all for some empty promises and so-called love.

Arthur watched her get into the car without saying a word, then quietly drove her home. Afterward, he stood outside her apartment building, chain-smoking.

Of course, Caden heard about it too. He didn't say anything in front of Harper, but once Harper was in the shower, he called Arthur.

He didn't want to call Arthur in front of Harper, worried that if Harper knew the truth, she might do something drastic for Molly.

As soon as the call connected, Caden asked bluntly, "What the hell happened between you and Molly?"

Arthur was silent for a moment, his breathing seemed shaky. "You know Xavia's has always been poor because of heart problems. Molly's blood type matches Xavia's perfectly."

With just those words, Caden understood a lot.

So from the beginning, Arthur had been with Molly not just because she looked like Xavia, but because of her blood type.

"You're out of your mind, Arthur, completely nuts!"

How could someone as smart as Caden not figure it out?

Back then, Xavia relentlessly targeted Molly, treating her like she wasn't even human. Xavia must have known Molly was her blood bank, which is why she was so ruthless. In her mind, Molly was as good as dead.

Why respect a corpse?

"Harper won't let you get away with this." Caden's tone was heavy.

He knew how much Harper cared about Molly. They grew up together, closer than sisters. If Harper knew Molly was just a means to an end for Arthur, she would hate him deeply.

She would stop at nothing to destroy the Davis Group and Arthur.

Arthur's voice was calm but carried a cold edge. "If it means bringing her back, Harper can do whatever she wants to me. I'll accept it."

He just wanted Molly back, more than anything.

But how could Molly ever come back?

Their relationship was a transaction from the start, devoid of any real love. He even had his eyes on her life. How could she accept a man who wanted her dead?

Of course, Harper and Caden started as a transaction too, but Caden always respected Harper. He never hurt her.

But Arthur? He kept hurting Molly, even letting Xavia hurt her.

When Molly found out she was a stand-in, she didn't get angry or leave him right away. Arthur had his chance to fix things up, but he still wanted her life. She couldn't tolerate it anymore.

Arthur's voice was hoarse. "She won't forgive me."

Molly wouldn't forgive him, wouldn't come back.

"I won't tell Harper about this. Molly didn't tell Harper the real reason, probably because she didn't want Harper to go after you."

Caden paused, his tone heavy. "Take care of yourself."

Caden didn't know what else to say. He sighed and hung up.

Getting Molly to forgive Arthur would be nearly impossible.

If he were Molly, he wouldn't forgive Arthur either.

...

The night was pitch black, and the corridors of the psychiatric hospital in the suburbs were downright creepy. The dim lights flickered, adding to the sense of despair.

The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant, mixed with the occasional screams and moans of the patients, rendering the environment utterly terrifying.

The walls were peeling, revealing the red bricks underneath, showing the place's decay and desolation.

The iron gates creaked, like ghosts sighing.

Xavia curled up under the bed, her eyes burning with hatred in the darkness.

Everything here made her feel hopeless—the cold floor, the cramped space, and the endless loneliness.

Every breath was filled with pain and resentment. Her hands were clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms, but she felt no pain.

All her pain was masked by her hatred for Harper and Molly.

'This is all because of Harper!'

She screamed in her mind, every word filled with endless anger and determination. 'I will escape, I will get revenge, and they will pay!'

This thought burned like a fire in her heart, driving her to escape at any cost.

She counted those who had hurt her, envisioning them dragged into hell, and a crazed smile appeared on her face.

She was planning her escape, waiting for the day she would be free, the day she would start her revenge.

She would never, ever let Molly and Harper go.

She would make them pay dearly!

As Edwin entered the psychiatric hospital, the pungent smell hit him, making him almost gag.

He frowned, sniffed, and slowly walked to Xavia's room. In the dim light, her disheveled appearance was clear.

Xavia's hair was a mess, strands sticking to her sweaty face. Her eyes, accustomed to the darkness, were wide and filled with confusion and fear.

Her clothes were wrinkled, covered in dust and stains, clearly not changed in a long time.

Curled up under the bed, she looked small and helpless, but none of this stirred any sympathy in Edwin.

"Look at you now," Edwin said coldly. "You deserve this."

His voice was devoid of warmth, as if the person in front of him wasn't his former fiancée but a stranger.

But at that moment, Xavia saw him as her savior. She rushed out from under the bed, grabbing Edwin's arm tightly, pleading, "Edwin, get me out of here. I'm not crazy, they're trying to get back at me."

Her fingers dug into Edwin's flesh, showing her desperation.

Edwin looked at her, his face expressionless. "You are crazy."

But Xavia didn't give up. Her eyes sharpened, sensing an opportunity.

"Don't you hate them? Don't you want everything the Davis family has? Don't you want revenge on Arthur?"

Her words were like a sharp knife, striking a hidden corner of Edwin's heart.

Edwin's body trembled slightly, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

Xavia saw it and felt a surge of joy, knowing her words had an effect.

She continued to entice him. "If you help me get out, I can get revenge on them. Helping me is helping yourself. Imagine, if we join forces, who can stop us? We can take back everything that belongs to us!"