The Wife He Left Behind Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Myra winced as Sean’s grip tightened around her wrist, a sharp pain coursing through her arm. The anger in his eyes was unmistakable, a deep, simmering fury that made her wonder if he had completely lost his mind. She could feel the tension in the air, the weight of his presence pushing against her like a force she couldn’t escape.

“Let go of me, Sean!” Myra snapped, her voice sharp and filled with frustration. Her eyes locked onto his, the bitterness in her gaze palpable. Yet, despite her words, Sean didn’t loosen his grip. He held her firmly, as though he were determined to make her stay, even if it meant hurting her in the process.

“I asked you a question, Myra. What exactly is your relationship with Elliot Samson?” Sean’s voice was low, but the anger behind it was undeniable. The way she had been talking and laughing with Elliot earlier had triggered something inside him. He couldn’t understand it, couldn’t accept it. How could she stand there so calmly with him?

Myra’s body stiffened as she struggled to break free from his hold. But it was useless. His grip was too strong, and her frustration mounted with every failed attempt to free herself. She glared at him, her chest heaving with both anger and disbelief. This was a side of Sean she had never seen before. The man who had once been calm, measured, and controlled was now standing before her, consumed by jealousy and rage.

“I told you already, Sean,” Myra’s voice was firm, but it was laced with a quiet bitterness. “I don’t owe you an explanation about Elliot, or anyone else for that matter.”

She met his gaze, the challenge in her eyes unmistakable. This time, she wasn’t going to back down. No more excuses, no more explanations. She was done.

The silence that followed was heavy, the air thick with tension. Myra felt the weight of his stare, the anger rolling off him in waves, but she didn’t flinch. She had made her decision a long time ago, and nothing—least of all his controlling behavior—was going to change it.

Sean’s jaw tightened, his fingers digging deeper into her wrist. “I don’t care,” he muttered through clenched teeth, his voice cold and full of menace. “You’re mine, Myra. You always will be.”

The words hit her like a slap, a rush of heat rising to her cheeks as her pulse quickened with a mix of rage and disbelief. Myra had heard those words before, countless times. But now, they felt hollow. Possessive. They weren’t declarations of love; they were claims of control.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, before staring directly into his eyes. “Let go of me, Sean,” she said, her voice surprisingly calm despite the storm raging inside her. “You don’t own me. Not anymore.”

For a split second, Sean stood still, staring at her as if her words had cut through something deep within him. But instead of releasing her, he only tightened his grip, pulling her toward the car with more force.

“Stop it!” Myra jerked her arm, attempting to break free once more, but his hold was relentless. The pain in her wrist intensified, but she pushed through it, her determination only growing stronger.

With one final burst of strength, Myra wrenched herself free from his grasp, spinning around and walking briskly in the opposite direction. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she knew she couldn’t stay in this moment, in this suffocating situation with him.

“Don’t follow me, Sean,” she called over her shoulder, her voice steady but firm, the finality of her words echoing in the air.

For a moment, Sean just stood there, watching her retreat. His expression was a mixture of disbelief, anger, and something else—something darker. She had always been the one who would return to him, the one who would bend and yield, but not now. Not anymore.

With a low growl, Sean shook his head as if trying to shake off the bewilderment. But it was no use. He watched her walk away, his grip on the situation slipping further, and for the first time in a long while, he realized something: Myra was done with him. And that thought alone left him standing there, frozen in place, unable to move.