Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 221

Silvia could tell Shipley had been drinking tonight.

Every time he spoke, the sour tang of alcohol drifted from his mouth, settling on her skin and making her stomach turn. It was deeply unpleasant.

There was a time, back when she still loved him, when Silvia actually liked how a faint trace of whiskey clung to Shipley—it used to seem inviting, almost comforting. She would tease him to take it easy, and he’d smile, promising to have just one more. The scent would linger, gentle and familiar, and she used to find it intoxicating in the sweetest way.

But now, with love long gone, that same scent was nothing but offensive—a stench that made her recoil. It was as if something poisonous had seeped into his very breath, filling her with dread and revulsion.

“Shipley, you’re out of your mind! Let me go!” Silvia screamed, desperate to get out from under him.

But the difference in their strength was overwhelming; she had no idea how she could possibly break free.

Shipley, meanwhile, just tightened his grip, refusing to let her go. He watched her with a disturbingly delighted smile, as if savoring the terror on her face, admiring it like it was a work of art.

A moment later, he laughed—a low, cold sound.

His eyes, once warm and affectionate, now clouded with something far darker. “Sweet Silvia, tonight is just for us. Why are you fighting me?”

His smile widened, turning cruel.

Silvia couldn’t move, pinned beneath him. All she could do was flail her arms, knocking over anything within reach on the office desk—papers, books, a glass of water—hoping the commotion might draw someone’s attention from outside.

Though she knew, deep down, that it was almost hopeless. It was late—by now, the office building was practically empty.

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