His Perfect Trap, My Perfect Revenge

Chapter 18

As Sabrina spoke, she pulled a small bottle of white powder from her bag.

The moment Magnus saw it, his breath caught—his pupils shrinking in shock. The sweet, innocent girl he once knew was gone. In her place stood someone unrecognizable.

He shoved her back, putting distance between them, staring at her like she was a monster.

"What the hell happened to you? How did you turn into... this?"

Sabrina threw her head back and laughed—harsh, bitter, and completely unhinged.

"Terrifying? Me?" Her eyes burned with something wild. "Magnus, if it weren't for you—for all of you—do you think I'd be like this?"

Before he could react, she lunged, a knife flashing in her hand.

But just as the blade sliced through the air, security burst in, wrenching her arms down before she could reach him.

She hadn't noticed—while she was lost in her rage, Magnus had already hit the silent alarm.

As they dragged her away, Sabrina thrashed, her screams echoing through the office.

"If I don't get peace, none of you will!"

Magnus watched until she vanished down the hall. Only then did the tightness in his chest ease.

He collapsed into his chair, drained. Leaning back, he pressed his fingers to his temples.

A soft knock. His assistant stepped in.

"Mr. Colon, the information you requested."

She set a folder on his desk and slipped out.

Magnus flipped through the documents. Just as he'd suspected—every disaster traced back to Sabrina's scheming.

With a heavy sigh, he tossed the file aside.

Then his gaze landed on the photo still open on his screen—Chelsea's bright eyes staring back at him.

A sharp ache pierced his chest.

And then it hit him—really hit him.

The woman he loved… had always been Chelsea.

He didn't even know when it started. Maybe during those late nights she stayed by his side, soothing his ulcers. Maybe the way she waited for him, night after night.

Three years of quiet devotion had replaced his hatred with something deeper.

His fingers brushed the screen, his throat tight.

"Why?" he whispered. "Why did it take me so long to see it?"

Memories flooded him—forcing the divorce, trading her love for shares. Shame burned through him. He wanted to punch himself.

Hands shaking, he dialed her number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable."

The robotic voice cut like a knife.

His heart plummeted. He'd lost her.

But as he stared at her face, something in him hardened.

He wouldn't give up.

Grabbing his phone, he called his assistant. "Book me the earliest flight out tonight."

After handling Sabrina and the media fallout, Magnus packed and raced to the airport.

By the time he boarded, the city glittered below.

As he watched the lights, something flickered to life in his chest too.

This time, he'd make it right. He'd earn her back.

Fingering the wedding ring he still wore, Magnus made a silent vow—

He was bringing his wife home.