Saintess’s Worthless Husband Turned Dragon King

Chapter 4: The Ultimate Betrayal

The building's tremor started as a low rumble, the kind you feel in your bones before your brain registers danger. Then the world lurched.

Crystal chandeliers swayed violently, their thousand prisms throwing chaotic light across walls that suddenly weren't straight anymore. The floor buckled beneath Marcus's feet like a living thing. Somewhere in the distance, glass shattered in cascading waves.

Then the screaming started.

"Earthquake!" someone shrieked.

Panic erupted instantly. Guests in their designer clothes and glittering jewelry stampeded toward exits like cattle, all pretense of civilization abandoned. High heels snapped. Men shoved women aside. The carefully cultivated veneer of upper-class civility cracked and fell away, revealing the animal terror underneath.

Marcus's instincts overrode everything else—the humiliation, the rage, the bleeding knuckles from Alexander's face. His body moved before his mind caught up, turning back toward the banquet hall, fighting against the tide of fleeing bodies.

"Sophia!" His voice cut through the chaos. "We need to get out! Now!"

He could see her through the crowd, still in that emerald dress, Alexander beside her clutching his bruised jaw. The building groaned, a sound like a dying giant, and a section of ceiling collapsed twenty feet to their left.

Marcus pushed forward, shoving through the panicked mass. "Sophia!"

But Alexander was already there, his hand clamped on Sophia's arm with possessive urgency. "Bella, stay close to me!"

Sophia's eyes blazed with golden light. Her Saintess powers erupted in a brilliant flare, holy energy cascading from her skin like liquid sunshine. The air shimmered, and a barrier of golden light formed around her and Alexander—a perfect dome of divine protection.

Debris fell. A chunk of marble the size of a car door crashed down directly above them. The barrier deflected it effortlessly, the holy energy sending the rubble skittering harmlessly aside.

"Marcus!" Sophia's voice rang out, and for one desperate second, hope surged in his chest. "The barrier can only protect two people! Find your own way out!"

The words hit harder than any of the falling debris.

Marcus staggered, the crowd pressing around him, elbows and shoulders driving into his ribs as people fought for survival. Through the chaos, he watched his wife's golden barrier shimmer and pulse, protecting her and Alexander with divine power while leaving him exposed to the collapsing building.

"Sophia, please!" He reached toward her, twenty feet feeling like miles. "Just expand the barrier!"

"I can't!" She was already moving toward the emergency stairwell, pulling Alexander with her. "It takes too much holy energy! Alex is injured because of you—I have to protect him!"

Another massive tremor. The floor tilted at a sickening angle. A support beam tore free from the ceiling with a shriek of tortured metal, trailing electrical wires that sparked and hissed. It crashed down in an explosion of concrete and dust, the shockwave picking Marcus up and hurling him backward into a pile of debris.

His head cracked against something hard. Stars burst behind his eyes. When his vision cleared, he was half-buried in rubble, concrete dust filling his lungs.

"Sophia!" The word came out as a cough, barely audible over the building's death throes. "Help me!"

Through the smoke and swirling dust, he could see them ahead—Sophia and Alexander bathed in that golden protective glow, moving steadily toward the emergency stairwell. They looked like angels ascending to heaven while the world burned around them.

Marcus clawed his way out of the debris, every muscle screaming. His left arm throbbed—sprained or broken, he couldn't tell. Blood ran down his face from a gash somewhere in his hairline.

He stumbled forward, following the golden light like a moth to flame.

The stairwell entrance appeared through the smoke. Sophia and Alexander were already halfway down, the golden barrier lighting their path. Marcus reached the entrance, started down, when the building gave another violent lurch.

The stairwell buckled. Metal railings tore free. Concrete steps crumbled like sand.

"Move! Move!" Alexander's voice echoed up from below. "The whole thing's coming down!"

They emerged from the stairwell into what must have been a lower level—Marcus couldn't tell anymore, the building's geography had become a nightmare maze of collapsed walls and twisted metal. Smoke filled everything, making his eyes stream.

Through the haze, he saw it: a narrow opening in the rubble ahead, maybe four feet high and three feet wide. Beyond it, the faint glow of emergency lights. A way out.

But the gap was collapsing. Even as Marcus watched, chunks of concrete fell from the edges, making the opening smaller with each passing second.

Sophia and Alexander reached it first. They stopped at the entrance, and Sophia turned back.

Her eyes met Marcus's through the smoke and darkness.

For one heartbeat—one single moment suspended in time—Marcus thought she would help him. That despite everything, despite the humiliation and the cold indifference and the way she'd chosen Alexander over and over again, she would remember their wedding vows. Remember that she was his wife.

Then she turned to Alexander.

"Alex, go first!" Her voice carried that same desperate urgency she'd never used for Marcus. "You're injured and need medical attention! I promised Sophia I'd protect you! I can't break that vow!"

Alexander hesitated, looking back at Marcus. There was something in his expression—not concern, not sympathy. Something else. Something that looked almost like satisfaction. Triumph.

"What about Dom?" he asked, but the question felt performative. Empty.

"He's strong! He'll find another way!" Sophia was already pushing Alexander toward the gap, her barrier expanding just enough to shield him from the collapsing edges. "Go! Now!"

"Sophia!" Marcus's roar tore his throat raw. He ran, stumbling over debris, his injured arm hanging useless. "I'M YOUR HUSBAND! HELP ME!"

Alexander squeezed through the opening, his body protected by Sophia's golden light. She followed immediately, not even glancing back, her holy energy illuminating the path to safety.

Marcus reached the gap just as she disappeared through it. He threw himself forward, hands grasping at the edges—

And caught one glimpse of them on the other side.

Sophia had her arms wrapped around Alexander, her golden barrier cradling him like a lover protecting her beloved. They stood in a pool of emergency lighting, safe, whole, together. Alexander's head rested against her shoulder. Her hand stroked his hair with a tenderness Marcus had never received.

"Sophia!" Marcus's hand stretched through the gap toward them. "Please! Don't leave me!"

She looked back then. Their eyes met one final time.

And Marcus saw the truth in her gaze: she'd made her choice long before tonight. Maybe weeks ago. Maybe months. The woman he'd married—if she'd ever really existed—was gone. In her place stood a stranger who valued a promise to a friend more than her vows to her husband.

"I'm sorry," Sophia whispered. But she didn't move. Didn't extend her powers. Didn't try to save him.

Then the floor gave way beneath Marcus's feet.

The sensation of falling was almost peaceful for a moment—weightless, dreamlike. Then reality crashed back in the form of concrete and steel and darkness.

He plummeted into the building's collapsing guts. Above him, tons of debris followed, blocking out the light. A steel beam caught him across the ribs. Something sharp tore through his leg. Pain exploded everywhere at once, too much to localize, too much to process.

The world became a chaos of crushing weight and suffocating darkness. Marcus couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Couldn't do anything but lie there as the building finished its death throes around him.

His last conscious thought, as the black wave rose to claim him, was crystalline in its clarity:

I came here to save her. And she left me to die for him.

Then there was only darkness.

And in that darkness, something ancient stirred. Something that had been sleeping, waiting for three years for this exact moment. Waiting for the man who bore its bloodline to finally, truly, let go of everything that had been holding him back.

Waiting for Marcus Steel to break.

So it could begin putting him back together as something else entirely.