“Here, have some water. Don’t get worked up.“%
Jordan quickly handed me a glass and started massaging my shoulders. “If you ask me, that guy just wants a share of your assets.” “Hah” I narrowed my eyes. “Not a damn chance.”
“The moment he realizes he’s walking away with nothing,” Jordan went on, “he’ll be begging on his knees. Crying. Apologizing.”
“See you in court“? Funny! I run a massive company. He thinks I’m scared of a little nobody like Marlow?”
Jordan’s POVE
My hands pressed deeper onto Fern’s shoulders. “Didn’t even get trained by him, yet your massage skills aren’t half bad,” she murmured, giving me a teasing glance. “You must’ve practiced quite a bit, huh?”
SPF 25 FE 2-1
“That’s thoughtful of you,” she said, brushing her fingers along my wrist. “Tonight, I’ll take you to pick out a sports car.“>
Admittedly, that made me beam with pride.
Little did she know… every technique I used came straight out of the notes her husband had written.
Jarrett’s POV
The day of the hearing, the court gave us one last chance for mediation.
Fem showed up like she was leading a royal parade–twenty lawyers in tow, Jordan gleaming beside her in a watch worth more than my
room.
Three–million Rolex.
Fem was always generous to her boy toys. Just not to me.§
In eight years of marriage, I got maybe five new shirts total. Underwear? Had to wait until they were more hole than fabric.
“Jarrett,” she said, like she was speaking to her dog. “I’m giving you one last chance to admit you’re wrong.”
Her shitty boyfriend chimed in smugly. “Stop wasting her patience. She’s been more than generous with you. This divorce? You’re gonna lose, and you’re walking out with nothing.”
They thought they had me comered. Their smirks made it clear–they thought this was the final blow.
I looked Fem in the eye. “You think I’m doing this for money?“}
“Then why else?” She scoffed. “A low-life like you? What wouldn’t you do?”
I didn’t answer. Just took the divorce agreement from Marlow and slid it across the table.
Take a look.”@
Her lawyer skimmed through it, then froze.§
“Ma’am, he’s not asking for a dime. He’s voluntarily walking away with nothing.”
What?” Fern blunted out.
Her face dropped. She stared at me, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.”
“Happy now?” I said quietly. “Sign it, Fern. I may be poor, but I’ve got dignity.”
“I’m not divorcing you for the money,” I repeated. “I’m divorcing you because I don’t love you anymore. I’m done being humiliated.” Her body tensed. Her face went pale.§
She opened her mouth–then closed it.}
Jordan didn’t.
“What love? Don’t act like a saint now.” He jumped in again, fanning the flames. “He’s manipulating you, Fern. You’ll see. Give him three days–he’ll come crawling back. Sign it. Show him who he’s messing with.”
And just like that, Fern believed him. Again. Desperate to protect her pride, she grabbed the pen and scribbled her name, her face cold. “You’ll regret this, Jarrett!”
She spat the words, and then he hooked her arm around Jordan’s and strutted out.
That son of a bitch grinned like he’d won the lottery.
But before they could leave the courthouse–cops stepped forward and blocked their path.
“Jordan Wamsley,” the officer said, holding up the warrant. “You’re under arrest for attempted murder.“>
Jordan blinked, stunned for a second–then tried to laugh it off.
“Officers, you must be mistaken. I’m a law–abiding citizen. I wouldn’t even hurt a chicken–how could I possibly kill someone?”
That dumbass thought deleting a few call logs was enough to erase what he’d done.
“Exactly.” Fern rushed to his defense. “This must be a mistake. He’s been with me all week–we’ve been inseparable! How could he kill someone?”
The lead officer didn’t step aside.}
“You impersonated Mr. Parker while he was unconscious. You contacted the hospital and canceled his mother’s surgery.”
“That surgery was her best chance to survive,” the officer added. “Without it, she died.”
