Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 79: Chapter 79

Brad's voice shot up. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
Sally challenged, "You hang around with Lena all the time—did I ever complain? We're both adults, Brad. It's normal to have needs. So why's it okay for you, but not for me?"
"Am I dead to you? Is that why you're out there with another man?" Brad's grip tightened, the pressure increasing with every second.
"Let go." Ruthlessness filled Sally's eyes.
"As long as we're still married, you're mine. No one else gets to touch you, period." Brad's hand slid down to her waist, then started roaming across her body. "Tell me—who gave you the guts to sleep with somebody else?"
Brad's fingers dug deeper into Sally's waist, his grip tightening.
Wincing in pain, Sally snapped, "You're hurting me. Let go."
"Who the hell is that guy?"
Ignoring him, Sally struggled to shove him off. Brad spun Sally around and slammed her down onto the examination table. The medical instruments on the bed clattered loudly to the floor, filling the room with a sudden, jarring noise.
"Get off me." Sally struggled with all her might, but Brad showed no intention of releasing her.
Just then, the phone—still face-down on the table—suddenly came to life with Caleb's voice. "Mr. Zale, I've left the file on your desk."
Brad's hand froze mid-motion, his eyes snapping toward the phone in utter disbelief. Sally, too, was equally shocked.
She'd figured Jaxon had already hung up, since it'd been quiet for a while. Turned out the call had still been connected the whole time. Sally's mind raced. 'Did that mean Jaxon heard everything that just happened—and every word we said?'
Brad abruptly let go of her and dashed toward the table. By the time he grabbed the phone, the call had already been disconnected. He stared at Sally in disbelief. "Wait—you were on the phone with Jaxon just now? So he heard everything we said?"
Sally took a moment to steady herself, then took back her phone. "So what if he heard?"
"So what?" Brad snapped, clearly pissed. "You've trashed my reputation. You cheated on me, and now how the hell am I supposed to face Jaxon?"
Sally's expression darkened. She thought, 'If Brad ever found out these hickeys were actually left by Jaxon, wouldn't that just drive him crazy?'
"If you're so afraid of this getting out and me embarrassing you, then just sign the divorce papers already," Sally said. Her tone was icy, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
"No wonder you're in such a rush to divorce me—you've already got your next man lined up.
"And the fact that he showed up at Grandpa's birthday party? Must be someone you've known for ages. Even people close to me aren't off-limits for you. Impressive." Brad's voice suddenly shot up, nearly shouting.
Fearing that Carlos or the patients outside might overhear and damage her professional standing, Sally quickly cut him off. "If you have nothing else to say, get out now." She pointed sharply toward the door.
"I'm going to get to the bottom of this. You'd better pray I don't catch you with him—because when I find that man, I won't spare either of you." Without another word, Brad strode toward the door.
The heavy slam of the door echoed in Sally's ears. She lowered her gaze to the phone, her expression darkening with unreadable emotions. She couldn't help but wonder, 'Why did he stay on the line for so long?'
Meanwhile, up in the Crownstone Group's CEO office, Jaxon stood by the window, eyes fixed on the view outside. His gaze felt heavier than usual. He'd only called Sally to ask about how Lillian was doing that day.
But halfway through the call, Brad snatched her phone, and suddenly he could hear a full-on argument on the other end. If Caleb hadn't walked in right then to drop off the documents, Brad probably would've crossed a line with Sally.
Seeing Jaxon still standing silently by the window, Caleb called out again, "Mr. Zale?"
Jaxon shot a sharp glance over his shoulder at Caleb, his voice low and heavy. "Go ahead."
"Don't forget, sir—there's an important event tonight. You're expected to be there."
Jaxon acknowledged with a quiet hum before striding to his desk. Abruptly, he fell silent.
Seeing Jaxon in such a state, Caleb didn't dare say another word. Seizing the moment when Jaxon wasn't paying attention, Caleb turned and slipped away.
Sally had planned to clock out around eight, but then a deaf person showed up. Sally didn't know sign language, but back in his college years, Carlos had volunteered at a school for the deaf, giving him basic signing skills.
After Carlos communicated with the patient using sign language, they gained a general understanding of the patient's condition. It turned out that this patient had sought out Sally after hearing of her medical reputation.
Having heard of her exceptional skills in traditional medicine, the patient came specifically seeking treatment for his migraine using this approach.
By the time Sally finished the treatment, it was nearly 11 p.m. Not exactly a great time to be hailing a cab. Whenever she worked late, the urge to finally buy herself a car hit hard.
She'd just opened a ride-share app when a harsh light beamed across the street, lighting up everything around her. She raised a hand to shield her eyes and tried to get a look at the car.
The glare made it impossible to tell what kind of car it was, so she dropped her hand and looked away.
The vehicle rolled to a stop right in front of her. Then the passenger-side door swung open from the inside. Caleb stepped out from behind the wheel, gave her a nod, and headed off to wait under a nearby tree.
Sally averted her gaze, thinking Jaxon must be inside. Ever since that night with Jaxon, she couldn't help but feel awkward and a little lost whenever she faced him again.
After a moment of hesitation, she finally reached out and opened the door. The second it swung open, Jaxon's side profile hit her square in the face.
Jaxon turned to her. "Get in," he said coolly.
"Mr. Zale, you have something to tell me?" He must have sent Caleb away on purpose—clearly, he had something private to say to her.
As Jaxon turned and their eyes met, Sally noticed a faint flush on his cheeks. 'He must have been drinking tonight,' she thought.
The next thing she knew, Jaxon grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close. A strong whiff of alcohol hit her straight in the nose. "Did Brad do anything today?"
Sally froze for a second, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Why would you ask that, Mr. Zale?"
His voice was low and rough. "Answer me."
A faint mix of cold cologne and whiskey wrapped around Sally all at once. She said, "Well then, Mr. Zale, maybe you can explain why you never hung up. Were you just sitting there listening the whole time?"