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Jameson quickly whisked me away, leaving Chloe screaming at him.
His car was fast. Without a seatbelt strapping me down, I had no choice but to cling to the back of Jameson’s seat for dear life. I was furious.
“Jameson, are you nuts? I’ll call the police!”
“Go ahead! Tell the police that your husband is taking you home! Let’s see if they’ll even bat an eye!”
I tried to grab my bag, but Jameson suddenly hit the brakes, and my head slammed right into the seat. The impact left my head spinning and my vision dark.
I tried to open my eyes, but my body wouldn’t obey as I started to black out. Before I
completely lost consciousness, I reached for my phone. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get to it in
time.
When I woke up, I was in a room I didn’t recognize. This room was far more plain than the room I used to have. It also smelled of new paint.
“You’re awake?” Jameson asked in a low voice.
I sat up straight, only to lie back down due to my throbbing head. I heard footsteps approach before I saw Jameson’s face loom above me. It had only been a few days since I last saw him, but he looked very haggard. His beard had grown, and his hair was clearly disheveled.
I held my aching head. “Where did you take me?” I asked weakly.
Jameson opened the curtains to let sunlight stream in. “The vacation home that I bought in the suburbs. It’s still being remodeled.”
With much difficulty, I sat back up and leaned against the headboard. Jameson remained by the window, calmly watching the world outside. While his attention was elsewhere, I surveyed the room closely.
Just as James said, it was still in the middle of remodeling. The furniture seemed to be a mix of new and old, presumably belonging to the last owner.
After Jameson had his fill of the view, he turned to face me. The look in his eyes was
complicated. It was like a mix of fury and exasperation.
I licked my dry lips. “I’d like some water.”
Jameson quietly brought a bottle of water and handed it to me.
I was weak after just waking up. After spending several moments trying to twist the cap open,
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I gave up. Jameson took the bottle from me and opened it in a flash.
“Here,” he said as he handed the bottle back.
I froze, hesitating before I finally accepted it for a drink of water.
Jameson took in my wary movement before laughing in a self–deprecating manner. “I won’t hurt you. You don’t have to keep your guard up around me.”
I remained quiet for a while before I finally asked, “How did you know where I was?”
Jameson didn’t answer me, but his gaze was dark
All of a sudden, it hit me. It must have been Natasha. She probably told Xandra in a fit of pettiness, and Xandra then told Jameson in a deliberate bid to provoke him.
I leaned against the headboard, devoid of strength. “What’s your plan, Jameson?”
“I should be asking you that instead. What’s your plan?”
“I want a divorce,” I said without even thinking twice.
Similarly, Jameson didn’t hesitate either. “That’s impossible!”
We were now in a deadlock.
I let out a self–deprecating laugh of my own. “I didn’t know that you would put up with a woman like me for seven years, all because of money.”
“Don’t test my patience. Money has nothing to do with this marriage,” Jameson warned in an icy tone.
“Don’t force my hand, Jameson. I will hire a lawyer and get that divorce if it’s the last thing I do.”
Jameson let out a cold chuckle. “Fine, then. We can take this to court. Let’s see who will come out the worse for wear after several years of this.”
I went silent. On the inside, I despaired deeply. Jameson had no intention of letting me go, nor did he have any intention of throwing that money away. I thought I could win this battle of love, but it ended up chaining me instead.
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Tears slowly gathered in my eyes, and I began to cr
