Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 300: Where is she running off

Meanwhile, back at Mariam’s place, Dorothy sat stiffly on the couch, clutching a glass of water with both hands. Her fingers fidgeted against the glass, betraying her unease. She wanted nothing more than to leave this place, yet her body remained rooted, weighed down by everything unsaid.

"I could not thank you enough back then," Mariam said softly, her tone polite but layered with emotion. "But now that I have finally seen you in person, I feel I must show my gratitude properly."

Dorothy lifted her eyes, unsure how to respond.

Despite the grief still lodged deep in Mariam’s heart, there was no bitterness in her voice. How could there be? Dorothy had been the only one who kept her informed about Kira. The only thread of truth she had been able to cling to when everything else felt uncertain.

Mariam folded her hands in her lap, her gaze distant for a moment. "If it were not for you," she added quietly, "I would have been completely in the dark."

Dorothy’s grip tightened around the glass, guilt and discomfort swirling in her chest. Gratitude was the last thing she expected. And perhaps the last thing she felt she deserved.

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with memories neither of them were ready to voice aloud.

"I... it is okay," Dorothy said, forcing composure into her voice. "I only informed you about the chaos she caused after she came to stay here. The neighbors were worried. The children especially."

Even as she spoke, something flickered in her eyes, a tension she could not fully conceal.

Mariam pressed her lips into a thin line and nodded slowly. She remembered that day all too well. The first time she had come to check on Kira, it had been Dorothy who called her first, listing every complaint the neighbors had made. How Kira fought loudly, created disturbances, frightened people around her. How they feared the children in the area would be influenced by her behavior.

If not for that call, Mariam would have continued ignoring Kira’s relentless demands for money. She would have convinced herself it was none of her concern.

But Dorothy had been right.

Mariam had gone to see Kira, only to realize the truth was far uglier than she had imagined.

After that, life had grown busy again. Calls became infrequent. Then they stopped altogether. Even Dorothy had gone silent, until the news broke about Kira’s involvement in the attack on Roseline Bennett.

"Did the police find Kira?" Dorothy asked slowly, her gaze fixed on Mariam’s face.

Mariam went quiet. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The question seemed to hang in the air, heavy and final. Dorothy noticed it immediately, her grip tightening around the glass in her hands.

Only then did Mariam lift her eyes.

"She is dead," Mariam said flatly.

Dorothy froze.

The glass slipped slightly in her hands as the words registered. Her breath hitched, her face draining of color as the reality of it settled in.

Dead.

The room fell into a stunned silence, the weight of the truth pressing down on both of them in very different ways.

[Flashback- The night Roseline was attacked]

Dorothy finished her night duties and stepped out quietly, carrying the trash toward the common bin at the end of the neighborhood. The street was dimly lit, wrapped in an uneasy stillness that settled heavier at night.

After dumping the trash, she turned back toward her house.

That was when she saw her.

Kira.

Dorothy slowed instinctively as she noticed the girl slipping into a narrow lane, her movements hurried and cautious.

"Where is she running off to this time?" Dorothy muttered, squinting into the darkness.

Memories surfaced instantly. The loud arguments. The complaints from neighbors. The children who had started picking up bad habits just by being around her. That was why Dorothy had contacted Mariam in the first place. Kira was trouble. Always had been.

Even after Mariam tried to rein her in, Dorothy knew the truth. As long as Kira stayed here, the chaos would never truly leave.

"I need to see what she is up to," Dorothy whispered to herself. "If I have proof, I can finally get her out of this place."

Determination hardened her resolve.

Keeping to the shadows, Dorothy followed silently, her footsteps careful as she entered the same narrow lane Kira had disappeared into. The streetlights barely reached here, leaving pockets of darkness where voices could easily hide.

She stopped abruptly when she heard them.

Low voices.

Dorothy pressed herself against the wall, peering ahead just enough to see Kira standing a few feet away, facing a man whose features were mostly hidden by the shadows.

Dorothy’s breath caught.

She could not hear every word, but the tension between them was unmistakable. Kira’s posture was defensive, her arms crossed tightly as she spoke in hushed, agitated tones. Collin stood unnervingly still, his presence looming.

Then everything happened too fast. The man stepped forward suddenly with Kira barely had time to react before he struck her, sharp and decisive.

She staggered, a startled cry escaping her lips before her body went limp and collapsed against him.

Dorothy clamped a hand over her mouth, terror flooding her veins.

Collin caught Kira before she could hit the ground. Without hesitation, he lifted her and dragged her deeper into the darkness of the lane, disappearing from sight as if they had never been there at all.

Dorothy stood frozen, her heart hammering violently in her chest.

She did not move. She did not breathe. However she remembered that nasty scar on his face which was imprinted in her mind like a bane.

And in that moment, she realized she had just witnessed something she was never meant to see.

[Present]

"Dead?" Dorothy stuttered, the word barely leaving her lips.

The color drained from her face so quickly that it startled Mariam. She watched closely as Dorothy’s grip tightened around the glass, her knuckles turning white, her breathing uneven.

Something was wrong.

Mariam’s brows furrowed. This was not the reaction she expected. Shock, yes. Grief, perhaps. But fear like this?

Why does she look terrified? Mariam wondered. This news shook everyone, yet she looks like she has seen a ghost.

Mariam remained silent, giving Dorothy time to absorb the revelation, unaware that each passing second only fed the dread clawing inside her. The truth Mariam had spoken did not bring relief. It confirmed Dorothy’s worst fear.

The next moment, Dorothy pushed herself up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor.

"I... I need to leave," she blurted out.

Before Mariam could ask what was wrong or stop her, Dorothy was already moving. She rushed toward the door, her steps frantic, and flung it open.

"Dorothy, wait," Mariam called out, alarmed.

But Dorothy did not turn back. She bolted out of the house and slammed the door shut behind her, the sound echoing through the room.

Mariam stood frozen, staring at the closed door, unease settling deep in her chest.

"Why is she acting strange?" she muttered, but there was no one to answer except for the silence.