My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner-Chapter 435: Taken Away

"Hello...father?" Xander’s tone was laced with mockery.

Mr. Wallace felt like he was going to pee his pants. The urge was already there, but the only thing holding it back was the sheer embarrassment of losing control in front of everyone.

"X-Xander," he stuttered, his gaze darting to Xavier. "X-Xavier."

He wanted to believe his eyes were deceiving him, but that was impossible. Both of his sons stood before him, glaring with unwavering hostility.

"L-look, I don’t know what Xavier told you, but he’s lying! He was the one who murdered Arabella, not me!" His voice wavered, desperate. "I’m your father, for goodness’ sake! How could you think I would do such a thing? I might be a terrible father, but I would never kill someone you hold dear!"

There was a heavy silence that seemed to choke Mr. Wallace.

Neither Xavier nor Xander spoke. Their expressions remained cold, unreadable.

"Thomas!!" Mrs. Wallace’s voice pierced through the tension. Tears streamed down her face as she grabbed his shirt, yanking him forward before delivering a resounding slap across his cheek.

"How could you?!" she sobbed. "How could you do this to our own son?! You’re a monster! Do you know that? A monster!"

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

"I never did anything!" Mr. Wallace bellowed, his frustration spilling out as spit flew from his mouth.

Xander stepped forward, slow and deliberate. Mr. Wallace instinctively took a step back.

Then—without warning—Xander’s fist connected with his face. Blood splattered as Mr. Wallace stumbled from the impact.

"After everything you’ve done, you still have the audacity to spew nonsense?" Xander seethed, grabbing him by the collar and landing another punch.

Mrs. Wallace flinched as if she wanted to intervene—but she didn’t.

Suddenly, sirens blared from outside.

Mr. Wallace broke into a cold sweat.

Police officers stormed in, separating Xander from him.

"Mr. Wallace, you’re under arrest," one of the officers stated firmly.

Shock spread across Mr. Wallace’s face. Was this how it was all going to end? Just like that? After everything he had done to get this far, was he really going to jail?

Then, Xavier’s voice cut through his spiraling thoughts.

"Because of you, Anastasia was taken from me." He paused, his expression unreadable. "But it’s sad, really... because she was never dead."

The color drained from Mr. Wallace’s face.

"What do you mean?" He thrashed against the officer’s grip. But there was no time for Xavier to explain himself. "Don’t you dare touch me! I’m not going anywhere with you!" He turned desperately to Xander. "Son, help me! Xander is lying—he’s not thinking straight!"

Xavier scoffed. "You’re the one who’s not thinking straight. But I believe the police station offers medical assistance for mentally derailed people like yourself." His tone was dry, void of emotion. "Take him away."

The officers didn’t hesitate. They hauled Mr. Wallace out of the mansion, dragging him towards the squad car as he yelled, cursed, and pleaded his innocence.

With him gone, the tension in the room thickened.

Xander went stiff. His lips parted as he turned to Xavier, but before he could utter a word—

A punch landed straight on his nose.

Blood dripped instantly.

Xavier didn’t stop. He grabbed Xander by the collar and struck him again. Then again. Xander didn’t fight back. He didn’t even raise his arms to shield himself. He knew he deserved it.

"Xavier! Stop! You’re going to kill your brother!" Their mother shrieked, but Samantha held her back.

Xavier ignored them. He yanked Xander to his feet, his voice trembling with rage.

"You have no idea how much I want to kill you right now." His fist tightened. "To make you go through everything you put Anastasia through. You don’t know—" He struck again.

Xander barely remained standing. Blood coated his face, staining his shirt.

"I’m sorry," he choked out, tears mixing with the crimson streaks on his cheeks. "I know there’s no way to fix what I’ve done. I was blinded by revenge. I didn’t see the real enemies were right in front of me."

Xavier’s grip faltered.

His fingers brushed against the gun hidden beneath his jacket. Every cell in his body screamed to pull it out. To put an end to this.

But he couldn’t.

He hated that he couldn’t.

With a sharp exhale, he took a step back, watching Xander break down in regret.

Before he could say anything, his phone buzzed.

A bad feeling crept into his gut.

He answered.

"Mr. Wallace," the officer’s voice came through the line. Xavier cringed at the name.

"We’ve been ambushed. A few of my officers are dead and..." The officer hesitated.

"And what?!" Xavier barked.

"They took your father. He escaped."

Xavier didn’t wait to hear more. He hung up and immediately dialed Anastasia.

Meanwhile...

Anastasia sat at her desk, fingers flying across the keyboard as she monitored her next target. So much had happened. Between Xavier discovering her identity and everything unraveling with the Wallaces, she hadn’t had time to continue her personal mission.

Her phone rang.

She almost ignored it—until she saw Xavier’s name.

She answered immediately.

"Ana, leave the house. Now."

The urgency in his voice made her blood run cold.

She shot to her feet, quickly throwing on a pair of jeans and a simple top. "What happened?"

"My father escaped. I told him about you before he got away. There’s a good chance he’ll come after you."

She had barely stepped outside when she saw them.

Bodies littered her doorstep. Her security team—dead.

And standing before her, unfazed, was Bruce.

Beside him, Mr. Wallace smirked with a bloodied face and lips.

Anastasia’s stomach churned with fear.

Bruce tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "Aren’t you supposed to be Jennifer Reyez?" He scoffed. "I should have known. You appearing in our lives was suspicious enough."

Anastasia didn’t respond.

All of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain on her head. She tried to fight to keep her eyes open. She fell and the last thing she heard was Pick her up before she succumbed to darkness.