Chapter 8: The Confrontation
Jackson was released on bail two days later.
He showed up at my apartment with flowers and a black eye from the fight he had started in jail.
“Elena, baby, I’m sorry,” he said, trying to sound sincere. “I lost control. It will never happen again.”
I didn’t let him inside.
“You’re right,” I said. “It will never happen again. Because I’m filing for divorce. And I’m taking everything.”
His face twisted.
“You can’t do that. My family will destroy you.”
I smiled coldly.
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“Your family doesn’t even know who they’re dealing with yet.”
I closed the door in his face.
