Chapter 7
“Bastard!”
My father’s fury didn’t wane. He stepped forward and drove another brutal kick into him.
“You still have the nerve to bring up your daughter? To beg for forgiveness?”
I stared at the man who had shared my bed for ten years, yet in this moment felt like a complete stranger.
Whatever sliver of affection I had left was gone.
“Scott.” My voice was calm, almost cold, but it carried the weight of a final verdict.
“Did you even check the video? Did you notice the frozen clock in the background?”
“With such a pathetic AI forgery, you didn’t even hesitate for a second.”
“Maybe it’s because you never cared about the truth at all.‘
“You just wanted an excuse–a polished, self–righteous way to vent your resentment and justify your selfishness.”
bent down, pulled the divorce agreement from the scattered documents on the floor, and tossed it in front of him.
Then I held out a pen.
“Sign it. Emily stays with me. From now on, we’re nothing to each other.”
Scott stared at the agreement like it was a death sentence, shaking his head frantically.
“No… Jessica… I won’t sign! I know I was wrong! I really do! Hit me, yell at me, I can take it–just don’t divorce me. We still have Emily… I’m begging you, for our daughter’s sake…”
“Sign it.”
I cut him off, my tone sharp and final.
“It’s the only way you keep the last shred of dignity you have left. If you don’t, I’ll take you to court.”
“And when that happens, you’ll lose far more than you think.”
My father stepped forward without a word, planting his foot hard on Scott’s wrist. The pressure was so fierce I could almost hear bone
creak.
One of the bodyguards handed him a gleaming knife.
My father took it, the cold steel pressing against Scott’s fingers.
“Sign, or I’ll cut off these filthy hands of yours right now.”
Under the weight of pure terror and searing pain, Scott broke completely.
With his free hand–the one not trapped under my father’s boot–he scribbled his name in a shaky, jagged scrawl on the divorce
papers.
I stared at that final signature.
For a moment, my heart felt hollow, and then the emptiness was replaced by a strange, liberating lightness.
“Dad.”
I looped my arm through his, my voice tired but steady.
“Let’s go home. As for the rest of them…”
My eyes swept over the three thugs on the floor, the ashen–faced Chloe, and the broken Scott.
Chapter 7
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