My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back
Chapter 210: Promise Wrapped In Poison

Chapter 210: Promise Wrapped In Poison

"Go, go after him." Lunara rushed out of the room, her voice tight with urgency. "He’s not stable, and I’m worried he might do something dangerous."

Eryx stood frozen for a split second, her words crashing over him like cold water. Then he was moving—grabbing his coat, slipping on his shoes without even tying the laces, and hurrying out the door.

The hallway outside their penthouse echoed with his footsteps as he pressed the elevator button repeatedly, cursing the delay. His mind was spinning—Lucas had always been passionate, but this was different. This was rage with nothing left to lose.

"Come on," he muttered as the elevator finally dinged open.

By the time he reached the lobby, Lucas was gone.

The security guard at the desk stood up immediately. "Sir—"

But his words didn’t have the chance to finish. Eryx’s expression darkened as his eyes scanned the empty space, and without a word, he turned back and rushed toward the elevator. He slammed the basement button with the side of his fist.

"Do you manage to tell him?" another guard ran in from outside, breathless and anxious.

The first shook his head. "He left too fast."

"I wasn’t able to locate her," the second added, anxiety thick in his voice.

The desk guard pulled up the CCTV feed again, fingers flying across the keyboard. "She never left through the main exit..."

A long pause. Then his hand froze on the mouse.

"Found her," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "She slipped into the emergency stairwell. Just after telling the staff she needed the restroom."

The second guard cursed. "She planned this. She’s still inside."

The first guard stood up, urgency sharpening his tone. "Lock the elevator access to the penthouse. Post guards at every emergency stairwell—she wouldn’t climb all the way up, not without being seen."

The other nodded quickly, already speaking into his radio. "Units to stairwells, now. Lock down sectors B through F."

But then his voice dropped as his gaze shifted toward the elevator again.

"I think we really need to notify Mr. Grantham."

The first guard hesitated, just a beat before nodding. "Do it. But keep your voice low."

Eryx gripped the steering wheel, his jaw tight as he eased the car out of the parking basement. The quiet hum of the engine did little to settle the tension twisting in his chest. He hadn’t driven more than half a kilometre when his phone buzzed.

Lucas.

He sighed before picking up. "Lucas—"

"I called Seraphine’s agency," Lucas cut in, voice sharp. "They said she went to meet you today. That she hasn’t returned."

Eryx’s brows pulled together. "She did come. Caused a scene downstairs, but I told security to handle it. She left."

Lucas scoffed. "And you believed that? Of course you did. You’ve always been good at protecting the wrong people."

"Lucas—"

But the line had already gone dead.

Eryx pulled the phone away, jaw clenched in frustration. Before he could toss it aside, it rang again, this time the caller ID flashing the name of his building’s head of security.

He answered instantly. "What now?"

"Sir," the man said, voice taut with urgency, "it’s Miss Seraphine. She didn’t leave. We checked the cameras and caught her slipping through the emergency stairwell. We’ve locked the elevators and are sweeping the floors, but she’s still inside."

Eryx’s grip tightened on the wheel. "What do you mean? You were supposed to kick her out!"

His voice cut through the line, sharp and furious. He yanked the steering to the side and slammed the brake, the car jerking to a halt along the shoulder of the road.

"Guard the penthouse," he ordered coldly, already shifting gears to turn back. "I don’t want her anywhere near my wife. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir," the guard replied immediately. "We’ve stationed two men at the emergency stair access on the top floor."

Eryx ended the call without another word.

His hands remained clenched on the wheel for a second longer before he muttered under his breath, "This woman’s lost her mind."

Then, with one quick turn, the engine roared again, this time heading straight back into the storm he thought he’d already left behind.

In the dim stairwell, Seraphine pressed herself against the cool concrete wall, just out of view of the passing guards.

"He’s asking us to stay guarded not until Mr. Grantham gets back," one of them muttered into his radio. "He said to tighten security on the penthouse, he’s already on the road."

Seraphine’s lips curled into a quiet, knowing smile.

So... he left.

She moved quickly, silent on her feet, ducking behind a column as another guard passed by. Her phone was already in her hand as she crouched down in the shadows and dialed.

The line rang quite for a while until it was connected

"Hello?" Lunara’s voice answered, cautious but calm.

"Lunara," Seraphine purred. "Eryx isn’t home, is he?"

A pause.

"I know," Seraphine continued, her tone soft, syrupy. "I heard your little guards outside talking. How sweet of him to protect you like that. But it’s funny, isn’t it? He protects you... but he ran away from the truth."

"What do you want?" Lunara’s voice was cold now.

"To speak to you. Alone," Seraphine said simply. "Just us. No Eryx. No guards. Just the two women in his life... at least for a while."

"No."

"I think you should," Seraphine said, her voice suddenly flat. "Because I have a big secret of his that I keep but if you are unwilling...hmm...I guess I have no choice then to tell the press about this."

"You are lying," Lunara’s voice could be heard cracking as she gripped the phone tighter, her other hand unconsciously pressing against her stomach. "You’re just trying to scare me."

"I don’t need to scare you, darling," Seraphine replied smoothly. "I just need to nudge you. You see, not everyone gets to be Mrs. Grantham, but I—I’ve seen pieces of Eryx you’ll never understand. And if those pieces end up on tomorrow’s headlines... well, I wonder if the world will still see your husband as the man he pretends to be."

There was silence on the other end. A long one.

Seraphine didn’t mind. Silence meant doubt, and doubt was always the first crack.

"Don’t you want to know what I know?" she added softly, like a promise wrapped in poison. "Because once the press gets it... you won’t get to hear it first."

"I don’t trust a word from you," Lunara whispered.

"Then meet me, and I’ll prove I’m not lying. I’ll wait for you at the staircase of the tenth floor in ten minutes."

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