Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 112: Chapter 112
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Jaxon's voice was dripping with tenderness, yet with each word, Sally felt her heart sink.
"Sally? Sally?"
Lauren's voice sharpened as the bathroom door opened.
Sally shoved Jaxon toward the balcony, yanking the floor-to-ceiling curtains shut behind him.
Only when she glimpsed his shadow crossing to the opposite balcony did she smooth her clothes and stride to the bedroom door.
As Sally opened the door, she found Lauren standing right at the threshold, scowling.
"What took so long? I've been knocking for ages!"
Her gaze swept the room before locking onto Sally's face.
Just as Sally was about to reply, the adjacent door swung open.
Jaxon leaned against the doorframe, his voice a deep rumble. "Lauren, what's all the shouting about?"
Lauren quickly spun around. "Jaxon? You're back too?" she blurted out, clearly surprised.
"To see Father." His expression darkened. "I was just about to sleep... until you interrupted."
Sally shot Jaxon a nervous glance.
She knew exactly what kind of 'sleep' he meant.
"Sleeping? It's barely evening!" Lauren asked, surprised. "I just came up to call Sally down for dinner."
"Eat when hungry. Sleep when tired. Human nature," Jaxon Zale said lightly, his gaze slid to Sally. "What do you think, niece-in-law?"
Sally was already on edge, and when Jaxon asked her that question, her back stiffened for a split second.
Sally forced calm into her voice. "You're right."
Lauren called out, "Well, since you're here, join us. Brad's already waiting downstairs."
"Oh?" Jaxon responded casually, "So my dear nephew Brad is still hanging around, huh?"
His tone was laden with unspoken meaning, leaving Lauren baffled.
But Sally knew exactly how dangerous that close call had been.
If Brad saw them together, their forbidden connection could shatter into the open.
She nodded curtly and went downstairs to the dining room.
Howard hadn't fully recovered yet, so only a few of them gathered for dinner.
Only then did Sally notice Nick was present.
The meal became exquisite torture.
Brad's piercing gaze was fixed on her, making Sally too nervous to even look up and meet Jaxon's eyes across the table.
"Dad, why do you keep staring at Mom?" Nick suddenly asked.
He seemed to sense something was off. His eyes stayed fixed on Brad's face, his voice full of innocent confusion.
"Your mom looks stunning today, so I just can't take my eyes off her."
Brad's sudden, cheesy remark made Sally's brow furrowed, annoyed.
"Is he out of his damn mind?" Sally thought.
"You never complimented Mom before," Nick frowned. "Why now?"
Brad stiffened for a moment, then averted his gaze. "Just eat your food," he snapped, "and stop talking so much."
"I'm finished. Enjoy your meal." Sally quickly rose from her chair. "Excuse me."
Opposite her, Jaxon looked up and shot Sally a glance. The reluctance in his eyes didn't escape Brad.
At that moment, Brad suddenly became even more convinced of his hunch.
He thought to himself, "There's definitely something between them."
After dinner, Jaxon went up to the third floor to check on Howard. Exiting, he found Brad blocking the hallway.
Brad looked at him and said, "Jaxon. We need to talk."
His voice was low.
A cold glint flashed in Jaxon's eyes. He strode down the long corridor, stopping before a window.
Lighting a cigarette, he exhaled smoke into the twilight.
Brad followed and stood beside Jaxon, studying his handsome profile before asking pointedly, "Jaxon, why have you been getting so close to Sally these days?"
Jaxon's hand holding the cigarette barely twitched.
After a brief pause, he replied softly, "Didn't I already explain this to you?"
"Even for Nick's sake, this proximity seems excessive."
Brad thrust his phone forward.
Jaxon raised his glinting eyes and cast a cold, disdainful glance.
The photo showed him caging Sally against the doorframe of Windmere Estates, intimacy crackling between them.
At a glance... they looked right.
A ghost of a smile touched Jaxon's lips. In a cool, dismissive tone, he replied, "And what does this prove?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Brad Zale retorted, his voice laced with disbelief.
Brad's brows furrowed in surprise.
Jaxon let out a low, husky chuckle, but remained completely silent.
"Jaxon, you keep insisting you're only close to Sally because of Nick. But whatever your true motives, maintain distance. We are still married."
"Do you actually want to divorce?"
Jaxon's voice dropped to a dangerous low, his eyes glinting with icy menace.
At these words, Brad's brows furrowed involuntarily.
After a beat, he countered, "Let me be blunt, I never expected Sally would want a divorce. She's the one who's dead set on it. What choice did I have?"
"Then let her go," Jaxon said coldly.
His expression darkened, radiating a chilling, almost terrifying presence.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Brad's face darkened with fury. "Why does it sound like you're eager for our divorce?"
Jaxon crushed his cigarette. "Because you're not good enough for her."
With that, he strode away without a backward glance.
Brad watched him vanish, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
'Not good enough for her?' he thought, stunned and furious.
For the first time in his life, someone dared to say he wasn't worthy of Sally.
And of all people, it was his uncle!
Fury pulsed in his temple, his face a mask of darkness.
Sally arrived home after eight.
Abigail hurried over to her and said, "Tomorrow's the live broadcast of Lena's Antique Appraisal Show. I've got everything set, just follow my lead."
"Afternoon recording, right?"
"Yeah, afternoon."
Sally nodded slightly, her expression shadowed.
"Relax. I took the day off. We'll expose her together, make sure she crashes and burns!"
Seeing the worry on Sally's face, Abigail reached out and gently patted her back.
"I'm not worried," Sally managed a faint smile. "It's just... I've waited so long for this moment that now that it's finally here, it feels surreal."
"Sally? Sally?"
Lauren's voice sharpened as the bathroom door opened.
Sally shoved Jaxon toward the balcony, yanking the floor-to-ceiling curtains shut behind him.
Only when she glimpsed his shadow crossing to the opposite balcony did she smooth her clothes and stride to the bedroom door.
As Sally opened the door, she found Lauren standing right at the threshold, scowling.
"What took so long? I've been knocking for ages!"
Her gaze swept the room before locking onto Sally's face.
Just as Sally was about to reply, the adjacent door swung open.
Jaxon leaned against the doorframe, his voice a deep rumble. "Lauren, what's all the shouting about?"
Lauren quickly spun around. "Jaxon? You're back too?" she blurted out, clearly surprised.
"To see Father." His expression darkened. "I was just about to sleep... until you interrupted."
Sally shot Jaxon a nervous glance.
She knew exactly what kind of 'sleep' he meant.
"Sleeping? It's barely evening!" Lauren asked, surprised. "I just came up to call Sally down for dinner."
"Eat when hungry. Sleep when tired. Human nature," Jaxon Zale said lightly, his gaze slid to Sally. "What do you think, niece-in-law?"
Sally was already on edge, and when Jaxon asked her that question, her back stiffened for a split second.
Sally forced calm into her voice. "You're right."
Lauren called out, "Well, since you're here, join us. Brad's already waiting downstairs."
"Oh?" Jaxon responded casually, "So my dear nephew Brad is still hanging around, huh?"
His tone was laden with unspoken meaning, leaving Lauren baffled.
But Sally knew exactly how dangerous that close call had been.
If Brad saw them together, their forbidden connection could shatter into the open.
She nodded curtly and went downstairs to the dining room.
Howard hadn't fully recovered yet, so only a few of them gathered for dinner.
Only then did Sally notice Nick was present.
The meal became exquisite torture.
Brad's piercing gaze was fixed on her, making Sally too nervous to even look up and meet Jaxon's eyes across the table.
"Dad, why do you keep staring at Mom?" Nick suddenly asked.
He seemed to sense something was off. His eyes stayed fixed on Brad's face, his voice full of innocent confusion.
"Your mom looks stunning today, so I just can't take my eyes off her."
Brad's sudden, cheesy remark made Sally's brow furrowed, annoyed.
"Is he out of his damn mind?" Sally thought.
"You never complimented Mom before," Nick frowned. "Why now?"
Brad stiffened for a moment, then averted his gaze. "Just eat your food," he snapped, "and stop talking so much."
"I'm finished. Enjoy your meal." Sally quickly rose from her chair. "Excuse me."
Opposite her, Jaxon looked up and shot Sally a glance. The reluctance in his eyes didn't escape Brad.
At that moment, Brad suddenly became even more convinced of his hunch.
He thought to himself, "There's definitely something between them."
After dinner, Jaxon went up to the third floor to check on Howard. Exiting, he found Brad blocking the hallway.
Brad looked at him and said, "Jaxon. We need to talk."
His voice was low.
A cold glint flashed in Jaxon's eyes. He strode down the long corridor, stopping before a window.
Lighting a cigarette, he exhaled smoke into the twilight.
Brad followed and stood beside Jaxon, studying his handsome profile before asking pointedly, "Jaxon, why have you been getting so close to Sally these days?"
Jaxon's hand holding the cigarette barely twitched.
After a brief pause, he replied softly, "Didn't I already explain this to you?"
"Even for Nick's sake, this proximity seems excessive."
Brad thrust his phone forward.
Jaxon raised his glinting eyes and cast a cold, disdainful glance.
The photo showed him caging Sally against the doorframe of Windmere Estates, intimacy crackling between them.
At a glance... they looked right.
A ghost of a smile touched Jaxon's lips. In a cool, dismissive tone, he replied, "And what does this prove?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Brad Zale retorted, his voice laced with disbelief.
Brad's brows furrowed in surprise.
Jaxon let out a low, husky chuckle, but remained completely silent.
"Jaxon, you keep insisting you're only close to Sally because of Nick. But whatever your true motives, maintain distance. We are still married."
"Do you actually want to divorce?"
Jaxon's voice dropped to a dangerous low, his eyes glinting with icy menace.
At these words, Brad's brows furrowed involuntarily.
After a beat, he countered, "Let me be blunt, I never expected Sally would want a divorce. She's the one who's dead set on it. What choice did I have?"
"Then let her go," Jaxon said coldly.
His expression darkened, radiating a chilling, almost terrifying presence.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Brad's face darkened with fury. "Why does it sound like you're eager for our divorce?"
Jaxon crushed his cigarette. "Because you're not good enough for her."
With that, he strode away without a backward glance.
Brad watched him vanish, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
'Not good enough for her?' he thought, stunned and furious.
For the first time in his life, someone dared to say he wasn't worthy of Sally.
And of all people, it was his uncle!
Fury pulsed in his temple, his face a mask of darkness.
Sally arrived home after eight.
Abigail hurried over to her and said, "Tomorrow's the live broadcast of Lena's Antique Appraisal Show. I've got everything set, just follow my lead."
"Afternoon recording, right?"
"Yeah, afternoon."
Sally nodded slightly, her expression shadowed.
"Relax. I took the day off. We'll expose her together, make sure she crashes and burns!"
Seeing the worry on Sally's face, Abigail reached out and gently patted her back.
"I'm not worried," Sally managed a faint smile. "It's just... I've waited so long for this moment that now that it's finally here, it feels surreal."
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