5 ##Chapter 5 My cheek burned with pain. The air was deathly still. Axel froze, his hand still suspended in mid-air. He seemed to finally realize what he'd done. "Grace... I didn't mean to." He stepped forward, trying to touch my arm. "Calm down, I was just too panicked, I..." I avoided his hand, my gaze ice-cold: "So you've been entangled with your sister-in-law." Ella immediately choked up, hugging her belly with a pitiful expression: "Grace, don't be like this... I just need a little care..." "Shut up!" My voice cracked like a whip, sharp and cold. "Now get out of here immediately!" Axel's face darkened: "Grace, she's carrying a child, you can't-" "Then both of you get out together." His breathing quickened, as if seeing me clearly for the first time. "You can't do this." "Watch me." I laughed coldly. I picked up my phone and dialed a number. "Fifteen minutes. Bring people over. I don't want this place anymore-from ceiling to floor, smash it all clean." Since they refused to leave, I'd destroy this house. Axel's face changed drastically: "Grace! You've lost your mind!" I stared at him, my lips curling coldly: "This house was bought with James family money, using James family funds. I have the right to dispose of it. Starting today, there's no home here-only ruins." Within minutes, the driveway was full of cars. Workers poured in carrying tools. Bang! The first crash-the living room cabinet split in half. Bang! The second-the crystal chandelier crashed down, glass shards flying everywhere. Ella screamed, hugging her belly and cowering in a corner. Axel rushed over frantically, trying to stop me: "Grace! Don't do this-this is our home!" "Wrong." I cut him off coldly, my flame-red lips blazing like fire. "We don't have a home." The workers showed no hesitation. Furniture fell piece by piece, expensive paintings were torn apart, luxury decorations smashed to bits. This once carefully arranged mansion became ruins within minutes. Axel tried to intervene but was no match for these men. I stood in the center, clutching the broken bracelet, my heart bleeding yet exhilarated. For years, I'd buried myself for this marriage. From now on, I'd show them-what a woman pushed to the edge could do in retaliation. Crash-the final thunderous sound as the bookshelf collapsed, leaving debris everywhere. I surveyed the ruins with cold eyes, my lips slowly curving upward. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!