“Don’t worry. I won’t die before the divorce. I refuse to carry your surname when I’m gone. Even in death, I’ll make sure to stay far away from you to avoid any bad luck.” Kingsley’s frown deepened, his once handsome face now contorted with anger. He never imagined this woman would challenge him. Her words were unexpectedly sharp. “Hmph, Jazlyn, is this your true nature? After three years of pretending to be gentle and virtuous, it must have been hard to keep up the act.” Jazlyn gave a faint smile, her face pale. He was right. How much had she sacrificed to be the perfect wife? She gave up her career and her independence. Then, she threw herself into the chaos of the Zinns, willingly becoming a housewife. But what had she gotten in return? “Do you only realize it now?” Jazlyn’s smile deepened. Her eyes, once clear and calm, now burned with mockery. “Well, I can see you’re proud of yourself after getting out of bed. I must be a great actress. Don’t you think so?” “You—” What does she mean? Kingsley’s anger flared, and his demeanor grew cold. Seeing his dark expression, Jazlyn felt an unfamiliar satisfaction bubble up inside her—a bitter kind of satisfaction. “Jazlyn, I underestimated you,” he said, his voice low. “Since we’re getting a divorce, I have nothing to hide. Just make sure the papers are ready. I don’t want any delays,” she replied. The doctor had insisted that her husband sign the papers. But now that she was divorcing him, she likely wouldn’t need his signature at all. She thought silently to herself. “Why the sudden urge for a divorce? What’s your plan?” Kingsley sensed something was amiss. He grabbed her collar and locked eyes with her, but her expression seemed unclear. A strange scent lingered around him. Jazlyn felt a wave of confusion. It wasn’t the perfume she had bought for him. Was it Freya’s fragrance? She pushed his hand away in disgust. “What plan? You’re overthinking. I just want the divorce to happen fast so I’m not stuck waiting on you while I find the next man.” Kingsley’s amber eyes darkened with intensity. “Are you looking for someone else, or have you already found someone and can’t wait to jump into his bed?” Jazlyn couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. “Mr. Zinn, are you suddenly interested in me again because you think I might be going to someone else’s bed? You seem to like those who climb into bed for no reason—like Ms. Quinlan.” How could a man who already had a child with the other woman question her about being with someone else? As soon as she finished speaking, Jazlyn felt his rough hand tighten around her neck. “How dare you insult Freya!” he spat, his grip tightening and making it hard for her to breathe. For the first time, Jazlyn saw Kingsley’s face twist with real anger. His eyes, once cold and distant, were now filled with rage. She had heard that Freya had always been his first love and childhood sweetheart. Now she understood that all of his emotions were stirred because of Freya. Jazlyn could only smile bitterly. She realized that even if he strangled her, he wouldn’t show any emotion. His heart was entirely with Freya. So, she quietly closed her eyes.