His Perfect Trap, My Perfect Revenge

Chapter 4

Chelsea walked away, leaving Magnus standing there with a deep frown, his eyes fixed on her retreating figure. It was the first time she'd ever talked back to him.

"Did I say something wrong?" Sabrina asked quietly, her eyes red as she steadied him.

Magnus gave her a reassuring pat. "No, don't overthink it. Chelsea was the one out of line tonight."

Leaning on Sabrina, he made his way into the ER.

Outside the hospital, Chelsea stepped into the cold night. The flickering streetlights cast dim shadows as she pulled her thin jacket tighter around herself and slipped into her car.

When she got home, the villa was dark and silent. She lingered in the doorway, taking a deep breath.

The place she once believed was her safe haven… had turned out to be nothing but a one-sided fantasy.

Maybe it was time to walk away—let Magnus and Sabrina have each other.

She washed up quickly and went to bed.

The next morning, she woke to an empty house—Magnus still hadn't returned.

Then she checked her phone and froze.

A message from Sabrina lit up the screen: [So what if you're Mrs. Colon? The one Magnus has always loved is me.]

Attached were photos—Magnus fighting at the airport, holding Sabrina's hand, the two of them sleeping side by side, his arm draped protectively over her.

Chelsea's brows furrowed. She was about to delete it when the bedroom door creaked open.

"Babe? You're up early," Magnus said as he stepped inside.

He moved to the bed, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. But as he leaned down, the fresh scratch marks across his chest came into view—like a slap to the face.

She could ignore Sabrina's taunts. But those claw marks? That was something else entirely.

"Babe, last night was my fault," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "Sabrina just got back and already ran into trouble… I was worried. I didn't mean to say those things to you, okay?"

He kissed the back of her hand and smiled. "I've arranged something for tonight. Just a small get-together—Sabrina, Michaela, a few friends. We'll celebrate your birthday properly. And Michaela wants to apologize for pushing you yesterday."

His eyes held hers like he meant every word. But Chelsea felt nothing but ice in her veins.

Last night, after she left, she realized she'd forgotten the medicine the doctor prescribed. So she drove back to the hospital.

That's when she overheard them.

Michaela's anxious voice: "Bro, the plan didn't work last night. What now?"

Sabrina's casual reply: "What's the big deal? Just invite her out tomorrow, say it's to apologize for the push, then slip her the drug then."

Magnus hadn't even protested.

Chelsea didn't stay to hear the rest. She grabbed the medicine and left.

Now here he was, acting like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't planned to destroy her.

"I don't feel like going," she said flatly.

Magnus's expression darkened for a split second before melting back into a warm smile.

"Come on, don't be like that. Everyone's already invited. Don't ruin the mood, okay?"

He pressed a kiss to her forehead like everything was fine.

"Fine. I'll go," she said. "But I'll choose the place."

If he wanted her there, she'd go. Besides… she had her own plans.

Magnus paused, surprised, but nodded. "Alright. Send me the address. I'll pick you up after work."

As he turned to leave, his voice dropped, smooth as poisoned honey. "Wear something unforgettable tonight, sweetheart. After all…" A smirk curled at the edge of his lips. "What’s a birthday without surprises?"

The door clicked shut behind him.

Chelsea’s fingers tightened around her phone, Sabrina’s taunting photos still glowing on the screen.

Oh, she’d wear something unforgettable, alright.

And by the time Magnus realized he was the one walking into her trap...

It would already be too late.