Chapter 8
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William’s voice rasped like rusty bellows.
“You’re lying… You’re just angry with me!”
He charged forward wildly, desperate to seize her, to crush her into his bones and prove Jessica still belonged to him.
“Come home, we’ll go home, everything will be like before!”
Jose Roberts blocked him again, eyes cold.
“William, still not sober?”
“What she said was divorce.”
His head snapped up, bloodshot eyes locking onto Jessica as if they might burst.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
A faint smile touched Jessica’s lips.
“William, what makes you think I’d still obey you?”
William tried to retort, but no words escaped his throat.
Jose’s hand settled possessively on Jessica’s shoulder.
“We’re not here for reminiscing.”
As if on cue.
At the corridor’s end, a swarm of reporters wielding cameras surged through the doorway.
Camera flashes erupted violently.
Click!
Click!
Click!
William instinctively raised his hand, the realization striking him.
This was all orchestrated
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“Mr. Anderson!
Is the financial crisis at Anderson Group reported on TV true?”
“Mr. Anderson!
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Sources claim you’ve had an improper long-term relationship with your sister-in-law Anna Moore. Any comment?”
A shrill-voiced male reporter shoved his mic toward William’s face.
“Mr. William Anderson!
We’ve received allegations that you arranged a wife swap with your brother due to your wife’s infertility. Is this accu- rate?”
The question detonated like a bomb.
The corridor plunged into dead silence.
Every lens, every gaze instantly focused on William and Jessica.
William’s blood froze solid.
He turned stiffly, casting Jessica a pleading look.
Yet Jessica simply gazed back calmly.
Facing the cameras, her voice rang clear and final.
“It’s true.”
Three words ignited the reporters.
“Ms. Jessica Wilson!
So you’re divorcing Mr. William Anderson?”
“Yes.”
Jessica confirmed again, withdrawing a document from her bag.
“The divorce papers. I’ve signed.”
She handed them to her waiting lawyer.
“From today, I, Jessica Wilson, have no further ties to Mr. William Anderson.”
Without another glance at William.
Jose’s arm slid protectively around her waist, guiding her through the frenzied crowd.
“Jessica!”
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William lunged for her retreating figure.
Bodyguards instantly barred his path.
William remembered when Anna first announced her pregnancy.
Anna ordered the maid to replace Jessica’s painting.
“This doesn’t suit the house. I’ll hang something prettier.”
He’d seen Jessica’s dimmed expression, known it was their token of love.
Yet he’d done nothing.
Even told Jessica not to fuss.
Back then, he’d believed a child mattered far more than some old canvas.
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It was his leniency that cost Jessica the last photo of her parents together.
Anderson ancestral manor.
Crash!
The priceless antique porcelain vase shattered violently on the floor.
Aaron trembled with rage, jabbing his finger at the overwhelming news coverage on TV while roaring into the phone.
“You ungrateful son!
You absolute disgrace!”
“You’ve shamed the entire Anderson family!”
Beside him, Michelle sobbed uncontrollably, her voice shrill.
“It’s all because of that Jessica!
That jinx!
I always said she wasn’t good enough for our family!”
“Now she’s latched onto the Roberts and bitten the hand that fed her!”
“William, do something!
The stocks keep plunging!”
On the other end, William struggled to respond.
His phone had rung incessantly-he’d ignored every call.
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Trembling, he dialed the number etched in his bones.
“The number you have dialed is currently unavailable…”
The icy automated voice repeated relentlessly.
He’d been blocked.
If only he could find Jessica… if she’d just forgive him…
William remembered Jose hosting a private gathering-Jessica would surely be there!
He rushed to the venue.
Upon arrival, he saw Jessica smiling sweetly, her arm linked with Jose’s.
Jose leaned down, whispering something in her ear.
Jessica tilted her head up, stood on tiptoe, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
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