Doomsday Rebirth: Building the Ultimate Shelter

Chapter 4:The Divorce

Madison shrieked, “You broke his nose! You freaking psycho! You broke his nose!”

Screaming at the top of her lungs, she scrambled backward. Her heel caught on the edge of the sofa, sending her crashing onto the floor. She scrambled away on all fours like a terrified animal. “Drew! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Drew walked over slowly. He pulled out his phone and tapped a file.

Madison’s sweet, phony voice instantly filled the quiet living room: “Honey, I put a little something extra in your soup again tonight. Just like I always do...”

The fury on Madison’s face instantly froze.

Every drop of color drained from her skin, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

Drew looked down at her coldly. “You really thought I was stupid enough to sit there and let you poison me for six straight months?”

Her eyes instantly flooded with tears, her voice cracking with calculated desperation. “Drew! Baby! It wasn’t me! I swear! It was him! Gregory made me do it!”

Drew said nothing, staring at her as if she were already a corpse.

Seeing him unbothered, Madison scrambled forward, wrapping her arms around his lower leg, weeping hysterically. “Drew! I love you! I was just confused! I was weak! I know I messed up! Please... don’t do this to us! Don’t throw our marriage away!”

Drew looked down at her tear-stained face.

What a familiar performance. The exact same tears, the exact same tone, even the same begging pose—just like six months ago when he found another woman’s underwear in the laundry and she knelt on the floor, weeping and swearing her innocence. And back then, he had actually believed her.

“Where’s the divorce agreement?” Drew asked, his voice flat.

Madison shivered. “W-what?”

Drew pulled a neatly folded document from his back pocket and tossed it onto her lap.

The moment she read the title, a flash of resentment and greed flickered across her eyes. “No. No way. Drew, we can still talk about this...”

“Sign it.”

“Drew—”

“I said, sign it.” Drew tapped his phone screen in front of her face. “Attempted murder. This audio clip is enough to put you behind bars for ten years.”

Madison went as white as a sheet.

“Either sign it right now and leave my house with nothing, or go to prison.”

A suffocating silence stretched between them.

Finally, trembling violently, Madison picked up the pen, scribbled her name across the bottom line, and flung the paper and pen back at his feet, crying.

“Grab your trash and get out.”

“Drew, wait—”

“GET OUT!”

The roar startled her out of her wits. She scrambled into the bedroom, wildly shoving clothes and cosmetics into a suitcase.

Five minutes later, she dragged the suitcase out, stopping at the front door to glare back at him with pure venom. “Drew, what the hell happened to you? Just you wait. We’ll see who laughs last!”

She slammed the door shut with a deafening bang, her heels clacking frantically down the stairs.

A few moments later, her hysterical screams echoed through the stairwell:

“Get up! You useless piece of fat shit! Get the fuck up!”

“He broke your nose! He threw you down the stairs! Are you just gonna lie there and take it?!”

A ruthless, mock smile touched the corners of Drew’s mouth. He walked over to the window and looked down.

On the street below, Madison was screaming uncontrollably at Gregory, who was covered in blood and staggering like a lost dog.

Gregory clutched his smashed nose, trying to mumble an excuse, but Madison slapped him hard across the face.

“DO SOMETHING! Go kill that piece of trash!” Madison shrieked.

Stunned by the slap, Gregory looked up toward the twelfth floor, his eyes meeting Drew’s through the glass.

Under Drew’s pitch-black, predatory stare, the wealthy businessman didn't dare utter a single threat. He lowered his head, slunk into his luxury sports car, and sped off with a roar of the engine.

Stranded on the sidewalk, Madison stomped her feet in a fury.

She whipped her head up, glaring at Drew at the window.

Through the glass, Drew looked down at her from above. He raised his hand, gave her a slow, graceful wave, and even blew her a mocking kiss.

Madison’s face contorted into a purple rage. Reading her lips, she was screaming:

“You’re dead, Drew! You’re fucking dead!”

Drew watched her storm off into the distance, then slowly stepped back.

The apartment returned to a long-overdue silence, save for the dull noise of the TV in the background.

He sat on the couch and closed his eyes.

Reclaimed the house, kicked out the viper. Things had gone smoothly, but this was only step one of the reckoning.

Drew stood up and walked into the master bedroom.

A silk sheet covered the king-size bed, expensive cosmetics were piled high on the vanity, and their wedding photo hung prominently on the wall.

Both of them were smiling radiantly in the picture.

Drew let out a cold snort, grabbed the frame, and slammed it against the wall.

CRASH!

Shattered glass rained down onto the floor.

He pulled out his phone, pulled up Madison’s contact, and sent a single text:

【Send whoever you want. I’ll be waiting.】

He tossed the phone onto the bed and walked over to the window, staring out once more at the bustling city.

Cars surged along the avenues, pedestrians hurried past, everyone locked in their mundane daily routines.

None of them knew that ninety-one days from now, this city would be a vast, ash-covered graveyard.

Only he knew.

Drew turned back, pulled out a chair at the desk, and opened his laptop.

The final countdown had begun. It was time to prepare.