Chapter 11

When Jules felt Shelby’s hand on his chest, he grabbed a nearby glass bottle from the table and swung it at her as hard as he could.

Shelby cried out hysterically, “You punk, how dare you hit me?”

She cackled wickedly. “You should consider yourself lucky that I’ve taken an interest in you at all. Can’t you see that your wife is done with you? Now that she’s given you over to me, you should know better and start serving me!”

Jules was on the verge of exploding from sheer anger. It was horrifying to think that Layla would do something like this to him for Roland’s sake.

For the past five years, he had devoted himself to her. He had given up almost everything he had for the sake of her company.

He did all that just for her to hurt him repeatedly for another man.

With that, he clutched the broken bottle and threatened Shelby with it while shaking all over. “I’m not the kind of man you take me for! All of you women are disgusting!”

Jules started to back away toward the window and took a tentative look outside.

“Come on, baby, come on and make me feel good…”

“I’d rather die!”

Before Shelby could advance any further, he climbed onto the window ledge and leaped out without a moment’s hesitation.

“No!”

Meanwhile, downstairs.

After helping Roland out of the bar, Layla drafted a text on her phone.

[That’s my husband. You can feel him up a little, but that’s as far as you can go. If you try to sleep with him, you’re going to pay for it.]

Out of nowhere, she heard something slamming onto the top of her car.

She was horrified to see that it was a man. Once she realized who it was, her horror only deepened.

“Jules!”

All Layla wanted was to have her fill of fun for three months because she was in need of some excitement in her life. She never wanted to lose Jules.

She immediately shoved Roland aside and frantically ordered her bodyguards to help rush Jules to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, she waited outside the surgery room the entire night.

Only after the doctor confirmed that Jules’ life was out of danger that she finally let out a breath of relief. With that, her strength gave out, and she passed out on the floor.

Jules woke up eventually to his body throbbing all over with pain. There was nobody waiting by his side.

Then, the doctor assured him that his condition was not life-threatening. However, he had fractured his right leg and was going to need bed rest to recover.

Fortunately, he had only leapt out of the second floor. He would have very well lost his life if it had been any higher.

He asked incredulously, “Who brought me to the hospital?”

“It was Miss Turner. She passed out after your surgery, and when she woke up, she received a phone call and suddenly scrambled out of the hospital. It sounded to me like something had happened to Mr. Presley.”

“I see.”

Though Jules nearly lost his life, Layla was still more concerned about Roland.

After the doctor left, he made a phone call.

“It’s me. I remember you’ve been talking about wanting to poach me and bring me over to your company, didn’t you? Come and pick me up, I’m at the hospital.”

It was a woman’s voice on the other end of the line. With an amused chuckle, she asked, “What’s with the sudden change of mind? What happened to wanting to stay by your wife’s side?”

“I don’t have a wife anymore. After you pick me up, take me to the city hall.”

The month-long cooling-off period had been met. When Jules received his divorce certificate, he felt the relief of having a great weight taken off his shoulders.

Meanwhile, the woman who was in the back of the car cocked a look at him and asked, “Have you made up your mind?”

“Yes.”

With a swift nod, he arranged for someone to deliver the divorce certificate to Layla.

From now on, he was completely through with her.