"Shut your mouth. Be at the courthouse by noon tomorrow. If you don't show up, don't blame me if something happens to Vivian and your precious son."
I walked away without a second glance. Jaxton didn't follow. Years of flattery and sycophancy had molded him into someone who believed he was above all others, and my repeated "self-righteousness" had deeply wounded his pride.
He was convinced I was madly in love with him and that this was all just a result of temporary anger.
But he was mistaken. I would never look back.
The next day at noon, Jaxton arrived precisely at the courthouse.
He looked at me coldly and said, "Louisa, I'll say this one last time—cut it out. My patience has limits."
"Figures a man with a cuckolded reputation would have strong patience," I retorted.
Jaxton didn't seem to understand my words. He just coldly dropped a parting line. "Don't regret this."
I scoffed at his ashen face and said, "Vivian's eight months along, right? She's about to give birth soon. Once she does, I'll make sure to send you a 'special gift' that you'll definitely find satisfying!"
Ignoring the storm brewing on Jaxton's face, I turned on my heel and walked away.
