Chapter 8 Don’t Forget to Bring the Cash

Jessie came back home and sat alone for a bit. Memories from the last few years raced through her mind. Meeting Chase, falling in love, having a child, secretly getting married, until everything fell apart, the miscarriage, the divide between Chase and her … She also thought about the sudden bankruptcy of the Summers family, her dad still in the ICU, and her working part-time jobs under the Thompson family’s siege. She endured it all. But today, with the news of her stomach cancer, she couldn’t handle it anymore. With that in mind, she dialed a number on her phone. After six months, Chase’s voice returned. “So, you finally come around and decided to get a divorce?” “Chase, I surrender. Let’s get a divorce … ” Jessie’s voice faltered as she finally said what she’d kept inside for six months. On the other end, Chase stayed quiet for a moment before mocking, “Jessie, what game are you playing?” He knew Jessie well. He expected her to fight till the end. Why is she giving up after just six months? Jessie took a breath and calmly asked, “Isn’t this what you wanted? Anyway, I’m home. Don’t keep me waiting too long.” Jessie heard a child crying in the background, adding to her frustration, so she hung up. After the call, Jessie teared up silently on the floor. Her home was wrecked, her child was gone, and her life was near its end. But Chase seemed unbothered, already starting anew with someone else. Meanwhile, Chase watched the rain, holding an umbrella as he left the building. “Chase, Charles is crying a lot today. Can you soothe him?” Linda approached with Charles, surprised to see Chase leaving. “Are you heading out now? Where are you off to at this hour?” Chase glanced at the child and bluntly replied, “He’ll quiet down when he’s tired. And don’t ask about my business!” With that, he left without a glance back. Linda held the child as she watched Chase go, her gentle expression turning dark. Six months passed, and Jessie is still clinging to Chase?! … A black Rolls-Royce pulled up at Jessie’s villa. Chase got out of the car. After six months, little changed outside, save for more weeds. Jessie only mowed on weekends, showing no interest in upkeep. Chase frowned and entered the villa. The door was unlocked. Jessie had left it ajar. Inside, he found Jessie waiting in the living room. “I thought you’d have wine and candles,” Chase said, taking a seat across from Jessie. Jessie glanced at him but remained silent. Before, she’d prepare romantic surprises. But that was in the past. They couldn’t go back. There were no wine or candles on the table, just a divorce agreement. “Look it over. I’ve signed. Once you do too, it’ll be official, and you’ll be free,” Jessie said, offering the pen. Chase twirled the pen, flipping through the agreement. His expression darkened. Suddenly, he chuckled, “1.5 million? I was wondering why you agreed. Turns out it’s just about money, right? Do you think you’re worth 1.5 million, Jessie?” Jessie stayed calm. “I could’ve claimed half of your assets. Thompsons got richer after Summers’ fall, right? You gained hundreds of millions.” Chase snorted. He said nothing more and signed the agreement. Then he stood, ready to leave. “We have to submit the papers at the court tomorrow. Don’t forget,” Jessie reminded. “I remember. No need to remind me!” Chase snapped. “No,” Jessie said. “I mean, don’t forget to bring the cash.” “What did you say?”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.