On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 4

Jessica looked down, her long lashes trembling. “Let’s get a divorce…”

Before she could finish, Lance swept her off her feet, slung her over his shoulder, and strode toward the house.-

Catherine quickly took Amy’s hand and hurried after them, following him all the way to the master bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him, leaving Catherine standing in the hallway.

She lowered her gaze, a shadow crossing her face.

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Inside the master bedroom, Lance threw Jessica onto the bed.

She struggled wildly. “Let go of me! I’ll have you charged with rape!”

His mouth descended toward hers, but she twisted her head, and his kiss landed on her cheek. He pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to grip her chin, his voice a low growl. “This is what married couples do. Besides, isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?”

He let out a cold laugh. His hand slid under the hem of her shirt, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. He paused for a fraction of a second before his touch turned possessive and frantic.

*Bang, bang, bang!*

A frantic knocking erupted at the door.

“Get out!” Lance roared, his voice thick with frustration.

The maid’s panicked voice came from the other side. “Mr. Smith, it’s Ms. Catherine! She’s having an asthma attack!”

The hand caressing Jessica’s waist froze and retracted instantly. Lance shot up from the bed, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt as he rushed out of the room.

Jessica lay alone on the bed, laughing as she wiped away the moisture from the corner of her eye.

She closed the suitcase. As she turned, her eyes fell on a magnet on the closet door—a photo booth strip of the three of them, a happy family. A sharp pain lanced through her heart. Her hand trembled as she reached out, wanting to touch Amy’s small face.

But just as her fingertips were about to make contact, she pulled her hand back.

Dragging the suitcase behind her, she walked out.

As she passed the living room, she saw Amy sitting on the floor, happily devouring a cup of green tea ice cream with one hand and chocolate with the other.

Jessica’s stomach clenched. Amy’s digestion had always been sensitive. She couldn’t handle so much cold food at once.

She couldn’t stop herself. “Amy, you can’t eat that much ice cream. You’ll get a stomachache.”

Amy glared at her. “If you hadn’t come back today, Mom Catherine wouldn’t have gotten sick. You always told me to be kind. Why can’t you be a little kinder?”