Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 67: Drama amid disaster

Elena glanced at the gloomy sky as she hugged her husband tightly on the motorcycle. They were moving away from the ruined city center, carefully maneuvering through the scattered debris.

She felt an inexplicable unease settling in her chest as they passed through each desolate area.

It’s not raining heavily, but she noticed the trees swaying vigorously back and forth. She couldn’t tell if the wind was strong because her thick jacket and helmet prevented her from feeling the outside conditions.

’Is the wind growing stronger?’

She wanted to determine the strength of the wind, so she asked her husband to stop momentarily to assess their surroundings.

"Husband, can you st—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Elena spotted a woman arguing with a man. As they drew closer, she finally recognized the woman—Vivian.

’What the heck is Vivian doing here?’

"Is that your cousin?"

"Yeah, stop for a moment."

Ethan immediately stopped in a secluded area and stored the motorcycle in his [Inventory]. Afterward, they walked silently, making sure to hide from their view.

As Elena crept closer, she finally recognized the other person — it was Marc.

They wanted to listen to the argument, and in her focus on Vivian, Elena momentarily forgot to assess the condition of the surroundings.

"Do you still love her?" Vivian asked with accusation.

Marc replied annoyingly, "We already broke up a month ago. Why would I still hang on to her?"

"Then why did you follow her to this city?" Vivian shot back, her voice rising.

"You’ve already asked this question a hundred times. I said I have business around here," Marc retorted.

"Do you think I don’t know? Heh, you’re staying in the same apartment building with her," Vivian accused.

"You’re so unreasonable. An earthquake happened, and the building where I currently live was damaged. The government assigned me to that place during the evacuation. I didn’t make that choice."

"Excuses! Excuses!" Vivian snapped, her frustration evident.

"Enough! Let’s go to my brother; he’s one of the leaders here, and I can request a car to bring you back to City A."

"Hahahahah! You want me to return so you can have time with that slut?"

"Don’t accuse me! What exactly do you want me to do then?" Marc shot back, exasperated.

"Come back with me to City A now. Don’t even think about looking for that slut Lydia; I already sold her to the gang."

"Since you’ve already made your move, you no longer have to be jealous. What’s your problem—"

Before he could finish his words, Marc felt a sudden impact—a fist that came out of nowhere smacked him squarely in his face.

The force knocked him off balance, and his surprise quickly shifted to anger as he spun around to confront his assailant—it was Vivian’s cousin.

Elena was not one to meddle in other people’s affairs; she had planned to walk away and ignore their drama. But when Vivian dropped Lydia’s name and admitted she had sold her, Elena’s anger ignited.

In her past life, Lydia was one of the few people Elena considered a true friend during the apocalypse. She had been the first to warn Elena about the military’s attempts to capture her.

Thanks to Lydia’s warning, Elena had the time she needed to escape before they could capture her, and for that, she would always be grateful.

Over the years, Lydia kept Elena updated with news about the military, effectively becoming her eyes and ears on the base.

But one day, Lydia stopped showing up, and Elena soon heard the devastating news—Lydia had been killed, labeled a spy for aliens by the military. Elena knew they were lying; the military had murdered her best friend.

’No, the Heather killed her best friend.’

Back in the present, Elena glared fiercely at the perfect couple before her: a shameless b*tch and a scumbag man.

She wanted to kill them, but she held back, knowing she needed to find out where Lydia was.

"Cousin, what are you doing?" Vivian yelled angrily.

Elena shot her a fierce look and demanded impatiently, "Where is LYDIA?"

Vivian was taken aback by Elena’s furious expression, fear creeping into her voice.

"I... I... she—"

Before Vivian could finish her sentence, Elena slapped her hard across her face; the force sent her sprawling to the ground.

"I’ll help you fix your mouth, since you seem tongue-tied" Elena said coldly.

"Can you speak properly now?"

Seeing his wife exude a murderous aura again, Ethan couldn’t help but worry.

He immediately held her hands, reassuring her that they would definitely find the woman she was looking for.

"Wife, let me handle the interrogation, okay?"

As Elena met her husband’s gaze, she felt her emotions beginning to calm, and she nodded in agreement

"Go ahead, Husband."

Ethan quickly retrieved a whip from his [Inventory], using a bag to cover it up so no one would notice it magically appeared.

This way, it looked as though he had pulled it from the bag, effectively concealing the [Inventory] that held his belongings.

With a cold voice, he said, "Where is the woman? Get straight to the point; I don’t like repeating myself."

He glared fiercely at Marc while swinging the whip dangerously close to him.

Marc was filled with fear, wondering how things had come to this.

’It was all because of that slut Lydia.’

It all began when he was dining at a famous hotel and saw Lydia walking by—beautiful, confident, and seemingly unaffected by their annulment.

A surge of anger welled up inside him. When he learned she would be traveling to City B, he followed her, determined to win her back and sleep with her—not out of love, but for revenge.

Lydia had always been conservative; despite being his fiancée, she had never allowed a kiss or any intimate gesture. She insisted that such moments would only come after they were married.

So, he wanted to force himself on Lydia, this conservative woman he would definitely ravage her.

Meanwhile, Vivian discovered that Marc had left the city and decided to follow him silently, curious about what her fiancé was up to. However, an earthquake struck, and in the chaos, she realized that Lydia and Marc were staying in the same apartment building.

She was furious.

When the criminals usurped the government, she schemed and sold Lydia to the gang, hoping to kick her out of their lives so that Marc would be hers alone.

Afterward, she confronted Marc, demanding an explanation for why he had followed her to this city. This was the scene that Elena and Ethan had witnessed earlier: Vivian and Marc engaged in a heated fight over Lydia.

Marc was startled by the situation and immediately replied, "I don’t know. Vivian was the last one who saw her."

Vivian remained on the ground, still in shock from what had happened. When her cousin expressed a desire to find Lydia, Vivian’s anger flared.

"Why are you doing this? You should be on my side! Lydia is a slut and wants to seduce my fiancé!"

Elena didn’t want to interrupt Ethan during his interrogation, but when she heard Vivian’s accusation, she couldn’t help but respond.

"Tsk, you keep calling Lydia a slut, but deep down in your very dark heart, you know the real slut is you. You stole her fiancé, spread untrue rumors on campus, and now you’ve sold her. I never knew someone could be so shameless. You act so self-entitled, as if the world owes you something. Wake up, Vivian; you’re not the protagonist here, but a very bad villain."

"Hahahaha, so what if I am a villain? Marc is mine now. That slut can no longer interfere with us." Vivian sneered.

Elena didn’t respond further and turned to her husband.

"This b*tch is already dumbstruck in love with that guy; her reasoning can no longer be considered normal. Ask that scumbag where Lydia is. We don’t have time to waste."

Elena felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen. The rain and wind grew stronger, adding to the tension of the situation. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Ethan interrogated them fiercely, and after a moment of hesitation, Marc rattled out, "She is with the Iron Gang. Please let us go."

"Don’t you know where their base is?" Ethan pressed, his voice sharp.

"I don’t know. I swear, I don’t know!" Marc pleaded, desperation creeping into his tone.

"Cousin, why are you doing this? Why are you helping that slut?" Vivian spat, her anger boiling over.

"Stop calling me your cousin; it makes me want to vomit hearing it. Since you guys don’t know where their base is, then what’s the use of you?" Elena shot back, her patience wearing thin.

"You will never find her! Hhahahahahaha!" Vivian cackled, a twisted smile spreading across her face.

Elena looked at Vivian with disdain, her resolve hardening.

"Husband, let’s go. We can’t waste any more time. We need to find Lydia as soon as possible. Take the motorcycle, and I’ll handle things here."

Hearing this, Ethan raised his brows in surprise.

’Why would my wife want him to leave?’

Still, he complied, aware that time was running out.

Ethan immediately left to find a nearby secluded area to retrieve the motorcycle.

While he was away, Elena’s calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a fierce bloodlust.

She took out a gun, pointing it at Marc and Vivian, her eyes blazing with interest.

"Let’s see if heaven will interfere."

"Cousin, what are you doing?" Vivian exclaimed, panic creeping into her voice.

"No, my brother will definitely avenge me," Marc added, his voice trembling.

Ignoring their pleas, she then aimed and fired a bullet, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the still air.

But just as the bullet raced toward its target, a sudden car door fell from the sky, crashing down with a deafening thud.

The unexpected obstacle, the car door, disrupted the bullet’s trajectory, causing it to ricochet harmlessly off the metal surface instead of hitting its intended target.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden appearance of the car door, confusion etched on their faces.

Ethan rushed back after hearing the gunshot, his heart racing.

"Wife, what hap—"

He was stunned when he saw a car door between Elena and the others.

Elena looked at the gloomy sky.

There, she saw a massive tornado swirling on the horizon, its dark funnel reaching down from the sky like a giant finger. The wind howled loudly, tossing debris all around as it tore through the landscape.

"A massive tornado!" Marc shouted in panic.

Marc and Vivian ran in a frenzy, searching for a safe hiding place.

"Wife, this... so the rain a while ago was because of this tornado. Let’s find a safe place first."

Elena nodded. "Let’s go; the tornado will surely follow us."

Ethan was confused.

’Why would a tornado follow us? Does it have intelligence now? Ahh, maybe my wife is just being sarcastic.’

They immediately left the area.

But Elena couldn’t shake the feeling that this tornado had come because of her.

’The heavens are so blatant but at least I’ve discovered something: they are aslo bound by the word fairness.’

The sinkhole, the collapsed mountain, and the tsunami—fair exchanges for Daniel and his sister, Lucy.

The criminals and the tornado—fair exchange for Lydia.

’To find Lydia, I’ll have to confront the criminals.’

"Where are you, LYDIA?"