Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 75: Chapter 75
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The guest's voice was so loud that even Sally, walking ahead, heard him. She only paused briefly before continuing toward the main entrance, never looking back.
Although Sally had filed for divorce, the paperwork hadn't been finalized yet. Legally, she was still a Zale, which meant she still had to sit at the head table.
Sally was seated right next to Howard. The guests immediately understood just how much weight she carried in Howard's eyes. Truth was, her being there? That was all Jaxon's idea. He just wanted someone close by to keep an eye on Howard.
Brad, sitting beside Sally, called out, "Uncle Jaxon."
Sally instinctively looked up from her phone and locked eyes with Jaxon as he approached.
Jaxon stood in a perfectly tailored black suit, his face an impassive mask of indifference. He exuded the aloof dignity of someone born to power—a presence so commanding it drew every eye and refused to let go.
Beside him stood Connor in a crisp white suit, matching Jaxon's height. His gold-rimmed glasses framed a refined gentleness—a warmth conspicuously absent in Jaxon's demeanor.
"Mr. Zale, it's been a while. Today's your birthday, and I picked out a gift just for you. Hope you'll like it," Connor said.
"Connor, my boy. It's been ages since you last visited me," said Howard.
"Well, Mr. Zale, I've just been swamped lately."
Sally sized him up briefly and thought, 'This must be Jaxon's closest friend, Connor Faye.' Indeed, no one else would qualify to sit at the head table with Jaxon.
Many guests came forward one after another to present their gifts. Before long, the party was in full swing.
Sally had poor alcohol tolerance, and with her responsibility to look after Howard, she opted for juice throughout the event. As the party was winding down, a guest came over to toast Sally and Brad.
But the glass before Sally stood empty. Brad turned, took a glass of juice from a passing server, and handed it to Sally. Without a second thought, Sally took the glass of orange juice and downed it in one go.
After the guest left, Connor staggered to his feet. "Jaxon, I think I had a bit too much. I'm going to crash in your room for a bit."
Jaxon looked over at him. "Just take it slow."
Connor gave Jaxon a quick wave and hurried toward the living room.
Meanwhile, Sally started feeling off. Like this wave of heat just lit up inside her, stronger and stronger by the second. Something definitely wasn't right. 'Wait, was that juice I just drank spiked?' she thought.
It wouldn't have been the first time, either. Five years ago, she'd been drugged before—and she still remembered how terrifying that night had been. If Brad hadn't been there, she probably wouldn't have made it out.
Her vision blurred fast, and her head was spinning. Clink—she knocked over a glass by accident, which caught Brad's attention.
"What's wrong?" Brad asked. His voice was loud enough to draw Jaxon's attention away from his conversation with the guests.
"I'm not feeling too well. I'm heading to the bathroom," Sally said, standing up quickly and trying her best to look normal.
Jaxon noticed something was off as she walked away, but a guest kept pulling him into conversation, so he didn't press it.
Sally made her way to the first-floor restroom, only to find all the stalls were occupied. She rushed upstairs, but the door to her room with Brad had already been locked from the inside. She swallowed hard and thought, 'Now what?'
Whatever they put in her drink, it wasn't a heavy dose. Her body wasn't reacting as strongly as it had last time. Still, she just wanted to cool down—literally. A cold shower might help snap her out of it.
Her gaze darted to the adjacent room—Jaxon's door was slightly ajar. After a brief hesitation, Sally pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Connor was on the phone, his voice shaky. "Jaxon, I think someone spiked my drink. Get someone to take me out of here. I'm in your room right now—" He broke off as he spotted Sally. "Mrs. Zale? What are you doing here?"
Beyond caring about anything else, Sally rushed straight to the bathroom and bolted the door. She was about to take a shower when she found herself completely drained of strength.
Time blurred—Sally couldn't tell how long had passed when familiar footsteps sounded outside the door.
Jaxon's voice cut through the tension. "What's going on here?"
Jaxon entered the room and noticed Connor lying on the bed, his breathing labored and uneven.
As soon as Jaxon walked in, Connor scrambled to his feet. "No idea—just get someone to take me home, quick."
"My assistant already arranged a car for you. The driver's waiting out back. Just cut through the garden." Jaxon scanned the room. "You said Sally is here too—where is she?"
"Bathroom," Connor said, motioning vaguely in that direction before stumbling off.
Jaxon quickly locked the room and made his way to the bathroom door. "Mrs. Zale? Mrs. Zale?" He knocked a few times. No response.
Jaxon swiftly went to the drawer, grabbed the key, and rushed back to the bathroom door. He inserted the key into the lock and, with a light twist, the door clicked open.
His brows furrowed as he took in the scene before him. Sally was slumped against the wall, her high heels kicked off beside her. Her face was flushed crimson—she looked drunk, but something about it just didn't add up.
'She didn't even drink tonight. So why is she like this?' Jaxon thought. He shut the bathroom door and reached for her arm, trying to help her stand.
Jaxon felt the burning heat radiating from Sally's skin, and his brows instantly knitted in concern. It hit him—her symptoms were almost identical to Connor's.
Just then, Sally's phone started ringing incessantly. It was Brad. She quickly yanked her arm free from Jaxon's grip. "Don't touch me."
As Sally picked up the phone and was about to answer it, Jaxon abruptly clamped his hand over the screen, stopping her. Their eyes locked, and in hers, Jaxon saw a raw, burning desire—something he had never witnessed in Sally before.
Normally, she was the picture of composed restraint—gentle yet resilient. But now, her eyes held nothing but bottomless desire.
The call was cut off, only for the phone to ring again instantly. Yet Jaxon kept his hand pressed firmly against the screen, refusing to let her answer.
Sally looked up at Jaxon, fighting to maintain her composure despite the turmoil inside. "Let go."
"So you want him to be the one to deal with it?"
Although Sally had filed for divorce, the paperwork hadn't been finalized yet. Legally, she was still a Zale, which meant she still had to sit at the head table.
Sally was seated right next to Howard. The guests immediately understood just how much weight she carried in Howard's eyes. Truth was, her being there? That was all Jaxon's idea. He just wanted someone close by to keep an eye on Howard.
Brad, sitting beside Sally, called out, "Uncle Jaxon."
Sally instinctively looked up from her phone and locked eyes with Jaxon as he approached.
Jaxon stood in a perfectly tailored black suit, his face an impassive mask of indifference. He exuded the aloof dignity of someone born to power—a presence so commanding it drew every eye and refused to let go.
Beside him stood Connor in a crisp white suit, matching Jaxon's height. His gold-rimmed glasses framed a refined gentleness—a warmth conspicuously absent in Jaxon's demeanor.
"Mr. Zale, it's been a while. Today's your birthday, and I picked out a gift just for you. Hope you'll like it," Connor said.
"Connor, my boy. It's been ages since you last visited me," said Howard.
"Well, Mr. Zale, I've just been swamped lately."
Sally sized him up briefly and thought, 'This must be Jaxon's closest friend, Connor Faye.' Indeed, no one else would qualify to sit at the head table with Jaxon.
Many guests came forward one after another to present their gifts. Before long, the party was in full swing.
Sally had poor alcohol tolerance, and with her responsibility to look after Howard, she opted for juice throughout the event. As the party was winding down, a guest came over to toast Sally and Brad.
But the glass before Sally stood empty. Brad turned, took a glass of juice from a passing server, and handed it to Sally. Without a second thought, Sally took the glass of orange juice and downed it in one go.
After the guest left, Connor staggered to his feet. "Jaxon, I think I had a bit too much. I'm going to crash in your room for a bit."
Jaxon looked over at him. "Just take it slow."
Connor gave Jaxon a quick wave and hurried toward the living room.
Meanwhile, Sally started feeling off. Like this wave of heat just lit up inside her, stronger and stronger by the second. Something definitely wasn't right. 'Wait, was that juice I just drank spiked?' she thought.
It wouldn't have been the first time, either. Five years ago, she'd been drugged before—and she still remembered how terrifying that night had been. If Brad hadn't been there, she probably wouldn't have made it out.
Her vision blurred fast, and her head was spinning. Clink—she knocked over a glass by accident, which caught Brad's attention.
"What's wrong?" Brad asked. His voice was loud enough to draw Jaxon's attention away from his conversation with the guests.
"I'm not feeling too well. I'm heading to the bathroom," Sally said, standing up quickly and trying her best to look normal.
Jaxon noticed something was off as she walked away, but a guest kept pulling him into conversation, so he didn't press it.
Sally made her way to the first-floor restroom, only to find all the stalls were occupied. She rushed upstairs, but the door to her room with Brad had already been locked from the inside. She swallowed hard and thought, 'Now what?'
Whatever they put in her drink, it wasn't a heavy dose. Her body wasn't reacting as strongly as it had last time. Still, she just wanted to cool down—literally. A cold shower might help snap her out of it.
Her gaze darted to the adjacent room—Jaxon's door was slightly ajar. After a brief hesitation, Sally pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Connor was on the phone, his voice shaky. "Jaxon, I think someone spiked my drink. Get someone to take me out of here. I'm in your room right now—" He broke off as he spotted Sally. "Mrs. Zale? What are you doing here?"
Beyond caring about anything else, Sally rushed straight to the bathroom and bolted the door. She was about to take a shower when she found herself completely drained of strength.
Time blurred—Sally couldn't tell how long had passed when familiar footsteps sounded outside the door.
Jaxon's voice cut through the tension. "What's going on here?"
Jaxon entered the room and noticed Connor lying on the bed, his breathing labored and uneven.
As soon as Jaxon walked in, Connor scrambled to his feet. "No idea—just get someone to take me home, quick."
"My assistant already arranged a car for you. The driver's waiting out back. Just cut through the garden." Jaxon scanned the room. "You said Sally is here too—where is she?"
"Bathroom," Connor said, motioning vaguely in that direction before stumbling off.
Jaxon quickly locked the room and made his way to the bathroom door. "Mrs. Zale? Mrs. Zale?" He knocked a few times. No response.
Jaxon swiftly went to the drawer, grabbed the key, and rushed back to the bathroom door. He inserted the key into the lock and, with a light twist, the door clicked open.
His brows furrowed as he took in the scene before him. Sally was slumped against the wall, her high heels kicked off beside her. Her face was flushed crimson—she looked drunk, but something about it just didn't add up.
'She didn't even drink tonight. So why is she like this?' Jaxon thought. He shut the bathroom door and reached for her arm, trying to help her stand.
Jaxon felt the burning heat radiating from Sally's skin, and his brows instantly knitted in concern. It hit him—her symptoms were almost identical to Connor's.
Just then, Sally's phone started ringing incessantly. It was Brad. She quickly yanked her arm free from Jaxon's grip. "Don't touch me."
As Sally picked up the phone and was about to answer it, Jaxon abruptly clamped his hand over the screen, stopping her. Their eyes locked, and in hers, Jaxon saw a raw, burning desire—something he had never witnessed in Sally before.
Normally, she was the picture of composed restraint—gentle yet resilient. But now, her eyes held nothing but bottomless desire.
The call was cut off, only for the phone to ring again instantly. Yet Jaxon kept his hand pressed firmly against the screen, refusing to let her answer.
Sally looked up at Jaxon, fighting to maintain her composure despite the turmoil inside. "Let go."
"So you want him to be the one to deal with it?"
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