He's Furious

After completing the hospitalization procedures, Jane asked the doctor to give her an IV, right in Jack's hospital room.

During the middle of the infusion, Aunt Xia came to bring them dinner, "I only found out about the two children's accident from Madam and Alice," she said, but then her tone suddenly changed, "Jane, what happened to your face?"

Jane hadn't even had time to deal with her own face, she thought the swelling had gone down.

"It's nothing," she said, feeling a little embarrassed and awkward.

After completing the hospital admission procedures, Jane asked the doctor to give her an IV drip in Jack's ward. When they were halfway through, Aunt Xia brought them dinner. "I only found out about the two children's accidents when Madam mentioned it to Alice," she said, but her tone suddenly changed. "Jane, what happened to your face?"

Jane hadn't even had a chance to attend to her own face, thinking the swelling had gone down.

"It's nothing." She was somewhat embarrassed.

Aunt Xia was astute and could guess the general situation. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart. How could such a good girl like Jane always encounter such unfortunate events?

After dinner, the IV drip ended, and Jane asked Aunt Xia to stay and accompany Jack while she drove to John's house.

When she saw John, he was wearing a robe and looked like he was about to sleep.

Her throat was noticeably better after the IV drip, but she still had difficulty speaking. She lowered her head and took out the document from her bag, handing it directly to John.

"What is it?" John raised an eyebrow.

He looked at it carelessly, and the words "divorce agreement" instantly caught his eye.

Boom. Blood rushed to his head, and he felt like he was going to explode.

"You want to divorce me?" He enunciated each word through gritted teeth, squeezing them out from between his teeth.

Jane nodded lightly. This divorce agreement was prepared by her parents for her. Despite her reluctance, given her current physical condition and her relationship with John, their marriage had come to an end. Divorce was the only option.

"Ah..." She was thinking about this when she was suddenly forcefully pulled, thrown onto the bed. Before she could react, John fell on top of her, his deep gaze turning crimson, staring at her fiercely. "I endured it for four years. I never mentioned divorce. What gives you the right to bring it up? What gives you the right?"

He gnashed his teeth, his tone icy, his face exuding a stormy and dangerous aura.

Jane was frightened, her hands pressing against his chest, trying not to panic. "Our marriage is like this. What's the point of continuing?"

She was sick. Chemotherapy would damage her vocal cords, and even if she recovered, she wouldn't be able to sing again.

If she didn't have chemotherapy, she would definitely die.

She was so scared, scared that she wouldn't be able to sing, scared of death.

She had planned to move into John's old house with her two children after their birthdays. She also wanted to complain about her fate and hide in his embrace. She wanted to wake up every day and see the person she loved the most, within reach. Above all, she wanted their family of four to spend a happy time together.

But now, she could only swallow everything alone.

John stared at her, his eyes almost spitting fire. He held her by the neck, sneering. "Divorce me and go be with that adulterer?"

"Jane, do you think I'm a pushover?"

"You can forget about divorcing me!"

"No--" Jane struggled to breathe, her eyes full of fear as she looked at the raging John. He was tearing at her clothes as if he were insane, and the sound of the fabric tearing was unreal.

There was no tenderness in his actions; he was simply using his powerful physique as a weapon to deeply wound her.

All she felt was pain.

He grabbed her by the neck, forcing her to call out his name.

She cried and laughed, even actively hugging him and calling him "John brother" in his ear.

But this only made him more angry, more insane.

She couldn't take it anymore and began to vomit.

His movements suddenly paused, and he stared at her with an exceptionally terrifying gaze. "You despise me?"

She gasped for breath, feeling like a fish thrown onto the shore.

She didn't despise him; she just couldn't breathe.

"You despise me because of him?" John seemed possessed, pulling her up and pushing her head against the edge of the bed. "I didn't even think you were dirty, and yet you despise me?"

Her upper body was suspended, and even if she wanted to vomit, she couldn't do it on the bed.

She clung to the sheets, feeling like John was going to kill her.

She couldn't help but beg for mercy, but he didn't seem to hear her. The torture continued for a long time until she passed out.

When she woke up again, she was choking on smoke.

In the dimly lit room, John was smoking by the window, surrounded by thick smoke. She didn't know how many cigarettes he had already smoked.

"Cough, cough..." Jane covered her neck with her hand and sat up uncomfortably. She was completely naked, and her clothes had been torn to shreds by him. There were no women's clothes in the closet, so she reluctantly put on his clothes.

After dressing up, she finally felt a bit decent.

Then, she bent down to pick up the divorce agreement from the ground and handed it to John again.

John turned his head and looked at her with cold, sharp eyes. "Tell me who Jack's father is, and then I will consider the divorce."

Jane was shocked and deeply humiliated. There was no such person, so how could she tell him?

Should she just pick up some random man on the street?

"You..." She opened her mouth, wanting to plead with John to stop, but when she looked into his eyes, she saw his suppressed madness and stubbornness. Suddenly, she realized that the man in front of her was John, the proud and uncompromising John who never allowed anyone to betray him.

If he believed that she had betrayed him, how could he easily let it go?

It was impossible.

She felt a coldness in her chest.

"Okay." She thought for a moment and agreed.

Although it was a bit ridiculous, if she had to have a "lover," why not create one?

John, who had been hoping to finally get an answer, suddenly became even more uneasy when Jane agreed.

Was she finally going to admit it?

This woman in front of him, the woman he had once held in his mouth as if she would melt away, her betrayal had torn a big hole in his heart. The blood had been flowing for four years, and now it seemed like it was about to rip his heart out and make him die in an instant.

He had always been a person who would take revenge at the slightest offense. She had hurt him, so he would repay her a hundred or even a thousand times over.

"Mmm..." Suddenly, he lowered his head and bit her lips, like a wild beast devouring its prey, tearing and chewing without any hesitation or mercy.