No Wife, No Life Chapter 318

Xavia's voice was low and dripping with a seductive allure, each word carefully chosen to draw Edwin into her scheme.

Her eyes were a mix of longing for freedom and a burning desire for revenge, emotions swirling together as she tried to break through Edwin's defenses.

She knew Edwin wanted revenge just as much. If she could stoke that fire in him, she could get what she wanted.

Edwin's gaze turned complicated, like a deep, still lake with hidden currents beneath the surface.

His heart was torn between two conflicting emotions.

On one hand, there was the resentment for all the wrongs he had suffered, a resentment like a venomous snake coiled in his heart, ready to strike at any moment. 

On the other hand, there was the caution and suspicion he had developed over the years, a mindset that kept him on high alert against any sudden opportunities.

"Can you really help me get back at them?"

Edwin's voice had a slight tremor, not just probing the possibility of revenge but also questioning the dark corners of his own heart.

A flicker of greed flashed in his eyes, a momentary glimpse of his desire for power and revenge, but it was quickly overshadowed by deep-seated doubts.

Xavia seemed to sense Edwin's internal struggle.

She quickly added, "Of course. If you let me out, I'll say I escaped on my own. Even if I get caught, it won't come back to you. There's no downside for you."

Her voice was firm and urgent, trying to dispel Edwin's concerns in the most straightforward way possible.

Hearing this, Edwin's expression grew even more serious.

His brows furrowed, and in the brief silence, countless thoughts raced through his mind.

If he trusted Xavia, he might seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But if it was a trap, he would not only lose his chance to turn things around but also fall into an even deeper abyss.

His eyes held both a vision of the future, imagining himself standing before those who had belittled and hurt him, watching their fear and regret, and a restrained fear of the unknown, afraid of being betrayed again, afraid that all hope would ultimately turn to dust.

These conflicting emotions made Edwin's face appear particularly grim, like a storm was about to break.

Edwin stared deeply at Xavia, his gaze seemingly piercing her soul, searching for even the slightest hint of hesitation or deceit.

His voice was low and filled with menace, each word squeezed out through gritted teeth. "You better remember what you said. If you drag me down, I'll make sure you regret it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to grow colder, enveloping them both.

Xavia met Edwin's gaze without flinching.

A hint of determination flashed across her face, and her eyes burned with intense hatred for Harper and Molly.

"I just want revenge on Harper and Molly. I won't drag you down."

Her voice was calm but carried an undeniable resolve, as if she had been planning this revenge for countless days and nights.

Her eyes grew even more fervent, almost blazing with fire.

"They destroyed everything I had, took away everything from me. I need to get my revenge with my own hands."

Her tone was unwavering, filled with endless resentment and determination. Xavia's expression was as hard as iron, yet it revealed a chilling madness.

Edwin stared at her for a moment.

"The night after tomorrow, the lock on your door will break due to old age, and the back door of the asylum will be open. If you can't get out, you have no value to me."

Edwin's voice was particularly clear in the silent room. Each word was like a cold blade, piercing straight into Xavia's heart.

His eyes held no warmth, as if telling her, "You'll be locked up here for life until you die of old age. That's your fate."

Xavia bit her lower lip hard until she tasted blood, but her gaze remained unwavering.

She stared directly into Edwin's eyes without a hint of hesitation. "I will escape and get my revenge on them! They took everything from me; they must pay!"

Edwin gave her a long look, quickly masking his inner contempt, and silently nodded before turning to leave the room.

He didn't care about Xavia's fate.

If she could escape, it didn't matter to him. It wouldn't affect him. Her escape was the asylum's problem, not his.

...

The night wind howled, making the back door of the asylum sway precariously.

Xavia stood before the door, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. She was filled with excitement; freedom was within reach.

She knew this might be her only chance.

Everything went smoothly. She pushed open her door and quietly made her way to the backyard.

The silence around her was eerie, as if she could only hear her own heartbeat.

She stuck close to the walls, hiding in the shadows like a lurking beast.

She knew that if she was discovered, all her efforts would be in vain.

Just as she was about to reach the hospital's perimeter wall, she suddenly heard footsteps.

Her heart leaped into her throat, and she quickly hid in a corner.

Through a crack, she saw a guard patrolling with a flashlight. His steps were slow, but each pass made Xavia's heart pound.

Time seemed to freeze, each second feeling like an eternity. She held her breath, not daring to make a sound, fearing that even the slightest noise would give her away.

The guard's flashlight beam swept over her hiding spot. In that instant, she felt the world stop. Fortunately, the light only briefly passed by without lingering.

As the footsteps gradually faded into the darkness, Xavia let out a breath, though her heart still raced.

She didn't dare move immediately, waiting a few more seconds to ensure it was safe before continuing.

Climbing over the wall, she gripped the rough bricks tightly, her fingers stinging. When she landed, she tried to be as gentle as possible, but still made a slight noise.

She immediately crouched, scanning her surroundings to see if anyone had heard. Thankfully, it was still silent, with only the wind whistling past her ears.

A few minutes later, she found a bag Edwin had prepared for her behind a large tree. She opened the bag to find not only a change of clothes but also cash and a fake driver's license.