I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Just as Meredith and Ferris were talking, Joy Chaucer reached for the baseball bat on the nearby cabinet. She didn’t question why there was a bat there; she just wanted to control Meredith and prevent her from calling the police. Meredith fell to the ground, clutching her head. Ferris quickly regained his composure and held Meredith down while Joy Chaucer found some rope.

Joy Chaucer spotted the rope on the table immediately and handed it to Ferris. “Tie her up, quickly,” she ordered. The baseball bat, the rope, Ferris-everything seemed to be perfectly aligned to help Joy Chaucer. She didn’t even consider how unusual it was for these things to be there.

Meredith was tied up, her head still aching from Joy Chaucer’s heavy blow. Ferris, having finished tying her, felt a surge of fear; he knew they were committing a crime. “Joy, let’s go now. We need to leave Auroraville,” Ferris urged, pulling at Joy Chaucer. He had already planned for them to escape abroad. If they left now, they would have enough time before Meredith was discovered.

Joy Chaucer shook off Ferris. “Why are you in such a hurry?” With Meredith in her grasp, she had no intention of leaving just yet.

Ferris asked nervously, “Joy, what else do you want to do? What if the police come?”

“Meredith is here. Who would know I’m hiding here? Even if we run, the police will find us quickly. There’s only one way to keep someone quiet-death.” Joy Chaucer’s eyes filled with murderous intent. “Ferris, you need to kill Meredith. Do it, and we’ll have enough time to leave Auroraville.”

Ferris hesitated; he couldn’t bring himself to kill anyone. “Joy…”

Before he could say more, Joy Chaucer slapped him hard. “Coward! If you don’t kill Meredith, I’ll make sure your child dies inside me! Meredith took everything from me; I want her dead!” The thought of Terrence seeing Meredith’s corpse thrilled her-though she remembered Terrence was blind and wouldn’t see it.

Using the child in her womb as leverage, Joy Chaucer threatened Ferris further. “This is your child too; how can you be so cruel?” Ferris protested.

“Ferris, you’re useless,” Joy Chaucer sneered. “A man afraid of everything! Remember, your child is inside me. If I want to give birth, I will; if not, it won’t see daylight! Kill Meredith, and we can live happily abroad as a family.”

The two argued while Meredith sat on the floor, bound hand and foot, watching them coldly and without fear.

Ferris felt helpless against Joy Chaucer’s threats and knew that Meredith’s existence indeed endangered Joy Chaucer’s safety. Her final words swayed him-only by eliminating Meredith could they be safe.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

With that realization, Ferris turned his gaze toward Meredith and told Joy Chaucer, “Alright, once we deal with Meredith, we’ll go abroad together.”

“That’s more like it,” Joy Chaucer said with a satisfied smile, patting Ferris’s face gently before turning back to Meredith with a venomous look. “I’ve thought of a perfect way for you to die-I’ll bury you alive. Dying too quickly would be too easy; I want you to suffer slowly in despair and pain. Ferris, go dig a big hole in the yard.”

Just like she had buried her dog Mimi alive, Joy Chaucer intended to do the same with Meredith.

Ferris gave one last look at Meredith and said, “Mrs. Sterling, don’t blame me.”

With that, he went out to dig the hole.

“Joy Chaucer,” Meredith said calmly, “do you really think you’ll get away with this? You won’t make it out of this house.”

“Meredith,” Joy Chaucer sneered as she grabbed Meredith’s chin harshly, “you’re in my hands now and still so arrogant? Did you really think I wouldn’t dare harm you? I begged you earlier and you refused to let me go-you’re just like your mother: stubborn and foolish.”

Joy Chaucer’s insult towards Bianca ignited a fire within Meredith. “I believe it-you crushed Ruby, poisoned my mother Bianca, and caused Fiona’s death. What wouldn’t you dare? Today I fell into your hands because I was careless and stupid. But before I die, I want clarity-did you poison my mother?”

With no escape left for her and facing certain death, Joy Chaucer felt no need to hide anything anymore; she arrogantly confessed: “Yes, I poisoned Bianca bit by bit.”