Chapter 43 – Scarlett's POV
"Can you see her?" I asked, adjusting the binoculars as I peered across the street from the rooftop.
Julia stood beside me, arms crossed, scanning the building across from us.
"No… not yet," she replied.
I sighed. "What if she ran away again?"
Julia smirked. "I don't think so."
"And how would you know that, Sherlock?"
She chuckled. "You're not the only brain here, Scarlett. Remember the last time we came here ?"
"Yeah?"
"Well… I didn't say anything then, but when the landlord told you she was back, I double-checked. I honestly thought she was too scared to come back with her psycho ex lurking… but I had already left something behind."
My brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"I installed a tiny spy camera inside her apartment."
"You did WHAT julia ?"
Before she could answer, I froze. "Julia. Look. Look behind her."
Madeleine had just arrived. She walked up to her building cautiously.
And there, about ten steps behind her…
"Oh god," Julia whispered. "It's him."
Marc her toxic psycho ex .
Hooded. Quiet. Creeping up like a shadow.
"She doesn't even know he's following her," I said, already panicking. "He's going to do something—I feel it."
"We have to move, now!" julia said.
We bolted toward the elevator, rushed across the street, and made it into Madeleine's building.
But we were too late.
From the hallway, we could hear everything.
"Leave me alone, Marc!" Madeleine screamed inside.
A loud smack followed.
Then sobbing.
Me and Julia locked eyes. Panic. Fear.
"He's hurting her," Julia whispered.
I started banging on the door.
"Marc Steven! Open the door right now or you'll regret it!"
Julia shouted beside me, pulling out her phone. "I'm calling the police, Marc! Let her go!"
Then—silence.
The door creaked open slowly.
We stepped in.
Madeleine was on the floor, sobbing, blood running down her forehead.
"Oh my god," Julia gasped. "Poor thing."
I rushed to her. "Madeleine—are you okay?"
She looked up, panicked, and screamed, "NO! BEHIND YOU!"
Before I could react, Marc lunged forward.
He grabbed Julia by the hair and slammed her to the floor.
"JULIA!"
I threw myself at him, hitting him as hard as I could, again and again—but he was too strong. He shoved me so hard I crashed into the wall.
Everything spun.
Was this how it ended? My story… before I could even finish my revenge?
Then—
CRACK.
Blood sprayed.
Marc froze. Then collapsed.
Behind him stood Madeleine.
Breathless. Trembling. Holding a bloody golf club.