Ascension Of The Almighty General

CHAPTER 6

Scott stood outside the front gate, his jaw slowly tightening. His eyes were cold. He had waited long enough. Watching his former home, his former wife, and the man who stole everything from him had pushed his patience to the edge.

It was time to have a conversation that was long overdue.

He stepped forward, pushing the gate open with a slow, steady hand. No one stopped him. Not even the security guards.

He reached the front door and rang the bell.

For a few seconds, there was silence. Then suddenly, the door creaked open.

And there she was finally, his wife, Laura standing in front of him.

She stood tall in the entryway, wearing a silky red dress that hugged her figure, gold jewelry that was screaming wealth. Her hair was pinned up neatly, her makeup was flawless. She looked even more beautiful than he remembered.

But it wasn’t her appearance that struck him.

It wos the way her expression changed when she saw him. Her eyes darkened instantly as if she had seen the worse person on earth.

Her lips curled downward. Scott was hoping to see something, maybe a look of remorse. But there was nothing, there was no surprise. No guilt, nothing. Only disgust.

Her tone was flat as she spoke. “What are you doing here?”

Scott stared at her for a second. His voice came low. “I came to talk.”

She scoffed and stepped halfway outside, keeping the door behind her like a barrier. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“We need to talk, Laura,” he said again, calmer this time. “Face to face. You owe me that much.”

She laughed bitterly. “I owe you nothing. You’re a criminal, Scott. A convict. What makes you think I want to talk to someone like you?”

Scott’s expression didn’t change, but her words hit him hard, harder than he expected. His head spun after hearing her call him a convict. He went to prison because of her, to save her. He went there because he loved her and wanted to protect her, but now… she called him a criminal.

Her voice had no hesitation, no kindness, not even a trace of the woman who once begged him to take the blame for something she had done.

She was a stranger now.

“I was never the one who committed the crime,” he said slowly. “You know that.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Doesn’t matter. You still went to jail. And I could never stay married to a man like that has a criminal record.”

He stepped back slightly, stunned by the arrogance in her voice. For a moment, he had wondered and hoped if there was a part of her that would remember what they once had. But the woman standng in front of him had buried that past deep and locked it away.

“You told everyone I was dead,” he said. “You sold everything.”

“I moved on,” Laura snapped. “You expect me to wait forever for someone who went to prison? Who disappeared from the world bearing the name of a criminal. No, Scott… I deserve better!”

“I joined the…” Scott said quietly. He wanted to tell her that he joined the military after that and had left prison after one year, but she cut him off before he could land.

“I don’t care about anything concerning you, Scott,” she said flatly. “But I’ve found someone better. Someone who didn’t get locked behind bars. Someone powerful, Successful and most of all…Clean.”

Her words were cruel and intentional, wanting it to bruise him to the point he would turn and walk away.

She continued without pause, her voice was growing sharper. “Gale is everything you’re not. He’s respected. He’s wealthy. And he didn’t throw his life away like you did in prison.”

Scott looked at her for a long moment. His throat was raw, his jaw clenched, but he said nothing.

There was nothing he could say that she wanted to hear. Then suddenly, a slow clap echoed from inside the house.

Gale Harrington stepped out of the hallway, still wearing the same arrogant expression he’d worn at the auction. His suit was freshly pressed.

“Well, this is awkward,” Gale said, pretending to be surprised. “Laura, did you forget to lock the gate again? Looks like your past is trying to crawl back in.”

Scott’s eyes didn’t leave him.

Gale looked him over from head to toe, then turned to Laura. “You let him in looking like that?”

“I didn’t let him in,” she said quickly. “He just showed up.”

Scott’s fists flexed at his sides, but he remained calm.

“I came to talk,” he repeated.

“To who?” Gale asked mockingly. “To my wife?”

“She was my wife first,” Scott said.

“Was,” Gale said with a grin. “And the key word there is was. You lost, buddy. You don’t have a house. You don’t have a company, and you don’t even have a wife anymore. Hell, you don’t even have a suit to wear to your own funeral.”

Scott didn’t move. He couldn’t even blink.

“You know what the best part is?” Gale continued. “You didn’t even put up a fight. We took everything. And you just watched from prison. Only to come out with an empty bank account and with a running mouth.. HAHAHA.”

Scott remained silent, his cold eyes boring into Gale’s.

His silence made Gale angrier.

“Say something!” Gale barked. “Yell! Shout! Punch me if you think that’ll bring it all back.”

Scott didn’t budge. His rage was only growing thicker.

Laura shifted beside Gale but said nothing. She didn’t look at Scott anymore. Not even with pity.

“You think this is over?” Gale asked, stepping forward. “You think just because you showed up here with those pathetic boots your life is going to be restored?”

Still, Scott didn’t respond.

His silence was louder than a thousand words. He was trying to contain his rage.

Gale’s voice dropped. “You don’t belong here. You’re nothing now. And in case that thick skull of yours didn’t get the message—”

He turned and snapped his fingers.

From around the hallway corner, five large men appeared.

Bodyguards.

All of them were huge, muscular, and dressed in black. They walked in unison, their footsteps were heavy like drums and their shoulders were broad like walls. 

They flanked Gale as he pointed at Scott.

“Get rid of him,” he said sharply. “Make sure he doesn’t come back. Teach him a bitter lesson.”

The bodyguards moved forward immediately.

One cracked his knuckles. Another one rolled his neck.