I Become A CEO After Divorce

Chapter 822: Will You Accompany Me To Survive Or Die Together?

Chapter 822: Will You Accompany Me to Survive or Die Together?

After everyone had left, Neve looked at Zane and said, "Zane, go and close the door."

Zane frowned. "Neve, let go of Yanis first."

"Zane, I'll say it again, go and close the door!" Neve tightened her grip on the knife, making her threat

clear.

Reluctantly, Zane walked towards the door and closed it.

Neve smiled and said, "Zane, you've always been like this, always obeying my every word."

Zane returned to Neve and Yanis, his gaze fixed on Yanis's bleeding neck. His expression changed.

"What do you want in order to let her go?"

"Zane, I want you to kiss me in front of her," Neve made a request after staring at Zane for a while.

Zane's expression shifted upon hearing Neve's words, hesitating to make a move.

"Don't you want to?" Neve's expression showed a hint of disappointment. "I guess it's true, you only

have her in your heart now. Only her!"

Neve laughed hysterically, as if she had gone mad. Then she looked at Zane and said, "Zane, what if I

really stab her in front of you? Will you be heartbroken?"

Zane furrowed his brows but remained silent, his thoughts consumed by Yanis.

Neve could see that Zane's entire attention was on Yanis.

"Zane, you truly love her to the core. In this situation, your eyes are only filled with her. Do you really

think I wouldn't dare to harm her?" Neve's gaze became almost manic as she looked at Zane.

Upon hearing Neve's words, Zane shifted his gaze away from Yanis to Neve. "Neve, release her and I'll

stay by your side."

Neve's expression froze for a moment at Zane's words but quickly returned to normal. Her eyes were

sharp as she looked at the man she had once genuinely liked, loved, and schemed against. In that

instant, Neve realized she had never truly understood Zane.

From the beginning, it seemed as though they were two parallel lines forced to intersect.

After a while, Neve spoke up, "You'll stay with me? How will you accompany me?"

Zane was about to respond when Neve's voice interrupted him, "Zane, when you say you'll accompany

me, do you mean accompanying me to survive or die together?"

"What do you want?" Zane asked.

Neve lowered her head and looked at Yanis, who was leaning on the chair, seemingly unconscious.

"Actually, I had planned to die with Yanis today, to let you witness her death helplessly. The feeling of

heartbreak would have been unbearable. I wanted to see you in unbearable pain, and I wanted to see

her suffer too."

Pausing for a moment, Neve continued, "But now, I've changed my mind. I want you to accompany me. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I can't bear to torture you, but I can torture her. After all, if it weren't for her, we might have been

together a long time ago, maybe even had children together, right?"

Neve chuckled with a hint of self-derision. "I guess I'll never have any of that in my lifetime. So, Zane,

all I want now is for you to love and accompany me, whether in life or death. I just want you by my

side."

Zane didn't respond to Neve's words but simply looked at her because he knew she had more to say.

"Come over and sit next to me," Neve commanded, looking at Zane.

After Neve's words, Zane stepped forward and sat down on the chair beside her.

Once Zane sat down, Neve glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, I won't go back on my words. What I

said just now was true. I just want you by my side."

After speaking, Neve pulled Yanis off the chair and supported her as they walked towards the door.

With the knife in Neve's hand, Zane didn't dare to make any sudden moves and could only keep his

gaze fixed on Yanis, who was being held hostage.

Yanis was already on the verge of fainting, her body seemingly devoid of breath.

Neve dragged Yanis to the door, opened it, and pushed her outside. Then she quickly closed and

locked the door.

Soon, the sound of pounding on the door could be heard.

Neve shielded herself from the commotion, her eyes fixed on Zane sitting in the chair.

"Zane, wait for me," Neve said.

Neve put the knife aside, walked into the kitchen, and lit a fire. She then walked out, took a pile of

clothes from the bedroom, and placed them on the gas stove.

Soon, the clothes caught fire, emitting a strong, suffocating smell.

The previously dissipated smoke quickly filled the room again.

Zane tested the ropes that Adam had tied around him. Although Adam had indicated that the knots

weren't too tight, it still took some time to free himself.

Just as Zane was about to exert force to break free, Neve suddenly turned around and approached

him. She stood in front of Zane and said, "Zane, I know what you're doing."

After saying that, Neve bent down and pulled the knot on Zane's hands, changing it from a slipknot to a

tight knot.

Once she finished, Neve crouched in front of Zane. "Zane, you're not really willing to accompany me. I

know."

Neve remained crouched in front of Zane, resting her head on his lap. "Zane, I'm sorry for what I did to

Anika back then. It's just that she shouldn't have interfered and seen things she shouldn't have seen."

"I am a living person, and I have needs. If you hadn't kept such a cold distance from me back then, I

might not have done something so impulsive. You know, I truly wanted to marry you at that time, to

become your wife," Neve confessed.

"At that time, I even thought about the names of our children. But you couldn't wait and hastily married

Yanis, using the excuse of waiting for me. But Zane, be honest with yourself, did you really marry her

because of me? Was it truly to resist the arranged marriage by the Lawrence family?" Neve recounted

their past mistakes as if listing them one by one.

After Neve finished speaking, she looked up at Zane and asked, "Zane, can I ask you a question?"

Zane's brow slightly furrowed, "What is it?"

"Back then, did you ever love me, even just a little bit?" Neve's question was interrupted by the sudden

burst of flames.

At that moment, the cabinets in the room caught fire, and the flames became even more ferocious than

before.

The presence of cooking oil on the kitchen countertop fueled the fire even more.

Neve glanced at the spreading flames, stunned for a few seconds, then stood up and grabbed the

dagger placed on the nearby table. "Get up."