Jennifer’s first instinct was to grab the phone back, but Samuel was ready. He swiftly moved it out of her reach and pressed closer, his eyes narrowing. “I’ve read all the messages. Since six months ago, you’ve been sending her one every few days. What were you hoping for?”
No wonder Isabella had stopped updating her social media accounts half a year ago. It was clear now—she must have realized that their years of love were nothing but a joke!
What did it matter that they were together since they were in school?
It was nothing but a waste of each other’s time.
Seeing the undeniable evidence, Jennifer didn’t dare to provoke Samuel further. Instead, she blinked quickly, squeezing out a few tears as she choked on her words, “I was wrong, I was really wrong… Please forgive me this time. I only did it because I love you so much!”
Samuel gave her a look of pure disgust. “Do you love me so much, or the title of being my wife? You know the answer to that.”
Chapter 14
+25 BONUS
All along, Jennifer had kept up a flawless facade in front of him. Samuel had thought she was just shallow and foolish, never bothering to understand her deeper thoughts
Now, seeing her true nature, he was sickened.
A dizzying wave of self–loathing swept over him. The keen judgment he had always prided himself on now felt like a joke.
Seeing his reaction, Jennifer quickly stepped forward, her voice urgent as she tried to explain, “Please, just forgive me this once… She’s gone now. From now on, I’ll be the one by your side.”
Samuel’s anger hit him like a wave, his mind buzzing so loudly that he couldn’t even make out her words. All he could do was watch her lips move, spouting excuses he didn’t need to hear to know how hollow and meaningless they were.
“Enough.” His patience had completely run dry. He pointed sharply toward the door, his teeth clenched as he forced the words out, “Get out. Now. I never want to see your face again!”
Samuel shoved Jennifer to the side, and she stumped to the floor, but she made no move to get up. Instead, she grabbed the edge of the carpet she had insisted on replacing earlier, pretending to be pitiful as she cried, “I’m not leaving. Don’t forget, you asked me to come here today.”
Samuel didn’t even turn around. He didn’t want to look at her anymore.
“Don’t push your luck,” he spat, his voice cold.
Out of consideration for their so–called “feelings” in the past, this was the last chance he would give her. But still wallowing in her grief over losing her cash cow, Jennifer refused to rise, determined to cry for one last payout.
The sound of her crying gave Samuel a headache. Absentmindedly toying the phone in his hand, he slowly regained his composure and then called security. “Get this crying woman out of here. If she ever shows up again, call the police.”
