Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 83: Chapter 83

Both turned at the sound.
A flicker of surprise flashed in Sally's eyes as she saw the man approaching with calm, deliberate steps. The one who had just entered was none other than Jaxon.
Jaxon approached in a black suit, his steps light and confident, his face as indifferent as ever.
Jaxon stopped abruptly in front of Brad and, with a forceful motion, yanked Brad's hand away from Sally's neck.
Sally gasped as air rushed back into her lungs, relief flooding through her.
"Jaxon, what did you just say?" Brad's voice was thick with shock. "You gave her the Porsche?"
"Don't keep Mrs. Zale from preparing the medicine. Come with me," Jaxon ordered. He shot Brad a cold glance, then strode toward the lounge.
Brad stared at Sally in disbelief, then cast a glance at the retreating man, his expression clouding with suspicion.
Sally picked up the soup spoon from the floor, walked to the sink as if nothing had happened, and washed it.
At that moment, Brad pushed open the door to the lounge to find Jaxon already seated in an armchair, brewing himself coffee.
Brad sat down across from him. "Jaxon, what's really going on? Why would you give Sally that car?"
Jaxon said calmly, "To be precise, I gave her the car solely for school runs with the kid. That's all there is to it."
"School runs?" Brad frowned in confusion. "For Lillian?"
Jaxon's response was glacial. "Yes." His hand rested on the armchair's armrest, fingers idly turning the cup in his palm.
"But was it really necessary to gift her such an expensive car? If this gets out, people might get the wrong idea. They'll think you and my wife—" Brad's voice trailed off, dangerously cold.
Jaxon's fingers, which had been toying with the cup, paused. "Think what?"
Brad lifted his gaze. As his eyes locked with Jaxon's, he caught a glimmer of mocking amusement in Jaxon's eyes.
"Jaxon, that day when I went to see Sally, I didn't know you two were on the phone. Did you hear everything?" Brad asked.
"Yes." Jaxon replied nonchalantly, "Every word of it."
Brad said through gritted teeth, "She's having an affair and she slept with him."
"So you assumed," Jaxon asked coolly, "that the guy who gave her the car is the same one she slept with?"
"Can you really blame me for thinking that way? It's reasonable, isn't it?" Brad's eyes held a dangerous glint. "The only problem is, I still can't figure out who that man was—the one she slept with."
"You can't even control yourself, so what gives you the right to demand her faithfulness?" Jaxon set his cup down on the table, his gaze icy and unyielding.
The cup landed on the table with a heavy thud, the sound reverberating through the tense silence.
"Jaxon, how could you take her side? She's just an outsider. I'm the heir of the Zale family," said Brad, furious.
"Since you know that, how dare you betray your wife?" Jaxon fixed Brad with an icy stare. "Don't tell me nothing happened between you and Miss Yasmin."
Brad's words caught in his throat.
"You betrayed her first. What gives you the right to judge her?" Jaxon said coldly. "You may still be married on paper, but let's face it. Your marriage has been a hollow shell for a long time, hasn't it?"
Brad studied Jaxon's expression, feeling increasingly uneasy. 'Why does Jaxon keep taking Sally's side these days?' he wondered.
At that moment, a knock came at the door. "Mr. Zale, Mrs. Zale asked you to give Nick his medicine. He refuses to take it from her," a servant said. Her words snapped Brad out of his thoughts.
"Go ahead. I'll check on Nick later," said Jaxon. He picked up the cup from the table and drained it in one gulp.
Brad nodded slightly without another word, then left.
Meanwhile, at the end of the first-floor corridor, Sally stood gazing out at the torrential downpour, her heart sinking to the depths.
Sally had just tried to give Nick his medicine, but he refused and even smashed the cup. Even after giving up on them long ago, it still stung when her son treated her so badly.
Sally couldn't stand to stay here another minute. As soon as the rain let up, she'd head back to Windmere Estates.
"Feeling down?" came a deep voice from behind her.
Sally turned and saw Jaxon already standing there. She didn't answer him. Instead, she countered, "Mr. Zale, what brings you here so suddenly?"
"Dad heard Nick wasn't feeling well and was concerned, so he sent me to check on Nick," Jaxon replied.
Sally nodded thoughtfully, then turned her gaze back to the window without another word.
"Has he been giving you a hard time ever since he found out about that matter?" Jaxon's voice sounded behind her again.
Sally turned to look at him, her eyelashes fluttering involuntarily. After a moment's thought, she said calmly, "Given what happened, it's only natural he'd give me a hard time. I understood. I mean no man could accept a wife who—"
Her voice trailed off, the rest too shameful to say.
"You're getting divorced. His wife? Bullshit." Jaxon seized her chin, wrenching her face toward his. "At best, you're just his ex-wife."
As their eyes met, Sally saw a blaze of raw anger in his eyes.
Jaxon studied her face, his gaze involuntarily dropping to her lips. His Adam's apple bobbed in an unconscious movement. That subtle change didn't escape Sally's notice.
Sally quickly averted her face and whispered, "Mr. Zale, this is the Orchard Villa—"
The next second, Jaxon grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the nearby storage room. With a deft twist, he forced the storage room door open.
Before Sally could even process his intentions, Jaxon had already firmly pinned her against the door.
Jaxon lowered his gaze, eyes fixed on her. "Even if we are at the Orchard Villa, so what? Scared he'll find out it was me that night? Hmm?"
Sally's heart suddenly jumped into her throat. She couldn't believe he just dragged her in here. "Jaxon," Sally hissed under her breath, "what are you doing?"
"Why are you so nervous? Brad's already convinced you're having an affair. That's set in stone. So what's left to be afraid of if he sees this?" Jaxon teased.
"But we both know none of that was real. We—" Sally started.
Before she could finish, Jaxon seized her chin, forcing her face up and locking eyes with her.
Jaxon's eyes flashed with anger. "Fake?" His voice dropped dangerously low. "Our kisses were fake? Me seeing every inch of you was fake? Those hickeys I left were fake? Then tell me, Sally—what the hell was real?"
Sally's mouth went dry. For the first time, Sally realized just how truly dangerous Jaxon was.
Jaxon's voice dropped low. "Since you insist it was all fake, maybe I should remind you—let you experience it again, so you can see for yourself if it's real."
Sally stared at him in shock. "What are you trying to do?"