“Your temperature is over 104°F. Are you trying to end your life?” The doctor scowled, baffled that Jazlyn still had the strength to get out of bed. Ignoring the dizziness, she reached for her phone. It was already 9:15 AM Her screen flashed with numerous missed calls from Kingsley. She could practically picture his stormy face at that moment. Quickly, she called him back. “Jazlyn, it’s 9:15 AM Where are you?” His voice was deep, cold, and brimming with anger as the call connected. “I don’t think I can go today,” she said weakly. Her gaze fell on the IV drip in her hand, and the frailty in her limbs made it clear—she couldn’t even take a few steps. “Jazlyn, are you joking with me right now?” Kingsley’s voice grew sharper, filled with anger. “I’m not. I’m in the hospital—” “Hospital? Are you dead yet? If not, drag yourself over here and sign the papers!” His icy words carried no sympathy, cutting through her like a blade. It felt as if an invisible grip tightened around her throat, leaving her breathless. To him, as long as she was alive, she had no right to delay his future with the woman he truly cherished. Jazlyn understood perfectly. In Kingsley’s eyes, she was nothing more than an inconvenience—a worthless distraction blocking his path to happiness with Freya. The weight of disappointment sank deep into her chest. She tried to say something, but before she could, his voice lashed out again. “Don’t even think of using despicable tricks to buy more time. It won’t work on me.” Jazlyn chuckled lightly. “You figured me out, didn’t you? You’re so smart.” There was silence on the other end. She could almost picture him clenching the phone, his patience wearing thin. “Since you’re so desperate to get rid of me,” Jazlyn continued, her tone steady but cold, “I’m not satisfied with the original divorce agreement. I want to renegotiate.” “What do you mean?” His voice dropped, laced with suspicion. “I want 30 million. Pay me, and I’ll divorce you right away.” Jazlyn’s fingers dug deep into her palm, as though the physical pain could dull the ache in her heart. “Thirty million?” Kingsley’s voice dripped with sarcasm, but the edge of his tone betrayed his barely contained fury. “That’s a ridiculous demand. Do you think you’re worth that much?” Hah, not worth it? Jazlyn let out a bitter chuckle. “Of course, I’m not. But what about Freya? Isn’t she worth it? If you refuse, that’s fine—I’ll wait. But can she? How much longer can she hide her pregnancy? Once people find out she’s carrying your child while you’re still legally married to me, what will happen then?” “Jazlyn!” Kingsley’s voice shook with anger, but she was unmoved. Her laughter only grew louder, the sound sharp and unhinged. Tears streaked her face as she laughed through the pain. “My patience is running out. If you don’t give me ten percent of the deposit today, I’ll make our relationship public. Kingsley, don’t test me—I have no bottom line anymore!” Jazlyn’s laugh became almost manic before she abruptly ended the call. She realized then that she had just completely shattered whatever was left of their marriage. Maybe it had already been broken for a long time, but she had been fooling herself. Now, she was forcing herself to let go for good.