On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 24

If this could speed up their divorce, she didn’t care what vile things he said.

A smile played on her lips. “We were both drugged last night. You were free to find another woman, so why can’t I find another man? What’s the problem? When a man does it, he’s just having fun, but when a woman does it, she’s a degenerate whore?”

Lance ignored everything else, latching onto one horrifying possibility. “You slept with another man?”

She didn’t answer, but the provocative curve of her lips was answer enough.

A fist, fueled by pure rage, flew toward her face. The space was too tight; there was no way to dodge. Terror seized her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact. A morbid thought flashed through her mind: *Maybe this punch will be enough evidence of abuse to file for divorce.*

A deafening crack echoed beside her ear, but she felt no pain.

She opened her eyes. Lance’s fist was buried in the wall, inches from her head. When he pulled his hand back, a deep indentation remained, the five points of impact stained with blood from his knuckles.

She had never seen him this furious. Not even when Catherine had threatened to jump off a roof. Back then, he had just calmly coaxed her down before ordering his bodyguards to take her to a mental institution. This level of rage was something new, something terrifying.

Blood dripped from his hand. He stared at her, staggering back a step.

Jessica’s gaze fell to his bleeding knuckles. With a soft sigh, she found a first-aid kit in the room and took out antiseptic and band-aids. As she reached for his hand, he grabbed her chin again.

His voice was a low growl, laced with disgust and hatred, cold as winter ice. “We’re not even divorced, and you’ve already found my replacement, haven’t you? I underestimated you, Jessica. But…” He paused, his tone turning cruel. “I won’t let you have what you want.”

Her fingers trembled, and the band-aid fluttered to the floor.

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