Chapter 4

Jordan's POV

Sharon shrieked, "Jordan! How dare you lay a hand on him!"

She shoved me hard. Her entire body was trembling with rage.

Xavier lay in a pool of blood, clutching his stomach as he forced a pained expression onto his face.

He said, "Don't blame Jordan for hating me. I can understand that he can't stand having me around, but I never thought he'd actually go through with it…"

Disappointment filled Sharon's eyes as she stared at me. "How could I have married a man as cruel as you? I must've been blind!"

With that, she quickly helped Xavier to his feet and took him to find a doctor.

People nearby screamed. Some of them even cursed me.

"He's a doctor, and he tried to kill someone!"

"Doctors are supposed to save lives! Doesn't he have a conscience?"

I remained frozen with the scalpel still in my hand. There was blood splattered all over me.

Within minutes, my phone was flooded with hateful messages. Some people had even thrown trash at my white coat.

When Dad arrived at the hospital, he slapped me hard across the face and said, "I can't believe you did that! He's your brother! How could you hurt him?"

Greta glared at me with bloodshot eyes. "Don't ever call me your sister again. Xavier is the only brother I have from now on!"

Steven scowled at me and declared that he was cutting ties with me.

When I returned to my office, I found my desk and walls covered in red paint. Words like "Homewrecker" and "Murderer" were written all over.

But when Mom was alive, the person she'd hated most was a homewrecker.

Dazed and desperate, I immediately posted a clarification on the hospital's official website.

I wrote, "Xavier is the homewrecker, just like his mother. I am innocent!"

To my shock, Dad immediately posted a photo of his marriage certificate with Kendra underneath my comment.

He wrote, "Xavier's mother was never a homewrecker."

The moment I saw the official seal stamped across the certificate, I was stunned. So his marriage certificate with Mom had been fake all along.

Something inside me broke beyond repair.

Just then, the cemetery manager suddenly called me. "Mr. Jarquin, there's been an accident. Someone smashed your mother's gravestone. You need to come right away!"

I stumbled to the cemetery as fast as I could.

When I arrived, an excavator was repeatedly pounding Mom's gravestone.

I shouted, "Stop what you're doing! Stop it!"

My voice was drowned out by the roar of the machinery.

The next thing I knew, the excavator rolled straight over my legs. A bloodcurdling scream tore from my throat.

Instinctively, I called Sharon, but she didn't answer.

I called again. This time, her phone was turned off.

All my strength left me. Like a broken ragdoll, I collapsed into the blood beneath me.

Just then, a video from Xavier appeared on my phone.

It showed Sharon planting a deep kiss on his lips and speaking in a voice hoarse with sobs. "You'll be okay, Xavier. I'll have someone tear down his mother's grave right now. I won't let you or Kendra swallow this in silence."

The video played over and over. Each replay broke my heart a little more.

Then came a stream of taunting messages from Xavier.

"Your mother was a homewrecker, and you're no different."

"Homewreckers deserve to be treated like scum. You and your mother can go to hell and reunite there!"

In the depths of despair, I closed my eyes.

Three hours later, Sharon arrived at the cemetery with everyone else, ready to defend Xavier.

But the moment she stepped into the cemetery, her body swayed, and she nearly collapsed.