All Chapters of Your Honor, I Want A Divorce!: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

THIRD POV Jessica sat in silence and watched her friend as she poured out her mind. Blaire had been talking for close to an hour non stop about what her husband was doing to her. She had a lot to say and Jessica was not going to disturb her or try to cut her off. “--and to make things worse!” Blaire exclaimed. “He agreed with that bitch that I am fat! Which I'm not obviously and I just don't know what I am supposed to do. Also, he didn't even bother to stop me when I was leaving, can you believe that? He didn't try to stop me!” She emphasized. With a sigh, she stopped. Her eyes fell closed and her head sagged onto the chair. “Am I the one overreacting?” She asked in a tired tone. Jessica went to sit next to her friend and wrapped her arms around her in a gentle hug. “I understand, sometimes… even I… I wonder if my husband is really busy with work or if he's… maybe he has another woman somewhere and he's always going to visit her because she's the one he truly loves.” It took a s

BLAIRE'S POV I stared at Jane with feigned surprise, already knowing the kind of woman she was underneath all of her pretense. Fabian though seemed sincerely surprised by her outburst. He didn't believe her reaction even though it happened right in front of him. Jane herself was surprised she had let her mask slip. She stared from Fabian to me and then back. Finally realising there was no going back from that, she cleared her throat and wore a fake smile on her face. “Uh… I mean… I honestly didn't mean to get angry at you, honestly speaking. I just…“My husband is barely at home and it's really hurting me, the way you keep pressuring me about him got to me and I couldn't hold back from the pain burning through me.”I arched a brow at her at her fake acting and almost scoffed. Fabian let out a soft sigh and shook his head. “It's fine, I– we understand.” He said, taking my hand in his. I had to hold back from talking because it would only make things worse. So I just stayed put and

BLAIRE'S POVI couldn't even get a single moment to breathe! I had never been as exhausted in all my years as the CEO of Gemma's collection as I was today. Every single minute of the day had been scheduled for something that could not possibly be put off. “Mrs McConnell, thank you for having us.” The manager of Mira, a model, bowed his head in appreciation. I reached out and shook his head, also bowing my head in respect. “Thank you for choosing us.” I smiled as well. My smile had literally been plastered to my face, covering you the exhausted and coffee spiked woman I was underneath. Mira was the trending model, beautiful, slender and powerful. She did her job with skill and excellence, which was why I was beyond flustered when I received a request to have her official promotional shoot taken at my studio with make-up and outfits from Gemma's collection as well. After getting married, I had learnt photography and opened a studio of my own, it was just a small private space wher

BLAIRE'S POV “I really appreciate you for coming here today,” I said with a smile on my face as I reached out to shake her hand. She accepted my handshake with a graceful smile on her face. “Thank you for having me at such a late hour. I really didn't mean to take too much of your time, those airline people are something else. Really.” There was a sweet French accent as she spoke, not too noticeable but it was still there. A chuckle slipped from my lips, “I understand. I just hope I was able to please you.”“Oh of course dear! I was beyond surprised that the owner of Gemma's Collections was still waiting for me, I believed I would just meet a few attendants or maybe your personal assistant or something. But you gave me a tour without even rushing me and you helped me make careful and precise choices. Thank you.” “You're very much welcome. I hope to get some recommendations then, tell your friends about me and tell your friends to tell their friends.”She let out a soft and gracefu

BLAIRE'S POV Jacob stared at me with so much surprise. His eyes were so wide I feared they were going to pop out. I didn't believe it myself that I had hit him. When he hit me, I never had the courage to hit him back or even fight for myself. Right now, I felt the desperate urge to break his teeth. I didn't hit him because I knew Fabian was there to protect me. At that moment, I had totally forgotten about the presence of my own husband. If Fabian was not standing behind me, I would have hit him in the face. Probably even harder. And he would stand there, just as speechless as he was. I placed a hand on my hip and the other on my head. “Oh my goodness… this son of a bitch… really.”He arched his brow at me. “Blaire… what did… I don't… Did you just hit me?” “I just did, and I'll do it again! Why?! Are you angry?! Are you pissed?! Then that makes the two of us you son of a bitch!” I spat out without thinking. “Why are you treating me this way?!” He yelled out at my face. “Do you