Chapter 6

Jenna Frost POV

I kept saying I'm sorry, each repetition louder than the last, but Carmen showed no sign of forgiveness.

"Jenna, he nearly strangled me to death. A simple apology won't cut it."

I looked up.

"What do you want?"

"How about..."

Carmen's eyes shifted as she brought over a chair and sat in front of me.

"How about you kneel and apologize to me? How's that?"

My hands clenched into fists. When I released them, my face showed no more struggle.

In my heart, compared to Wade, dignity meant nothing.

Just as my knees were about to touch the ground, Peyton suddenly reached out and grabbed my arm.

Before either person present could react, Peyton lifted me in his arms and headed upstairs without a word.

I didn't understand what madness had seized him. I struggled continuously, but he threw me onto the bed.

His tall figure blocked all the light before my eyes.

Peyton pressed down on me without question, roughly tearing at my clothes, his breathing harsh.

I fought back with all my strength, my nails scratching bloody marks on his arm.

"Peyton! You bastard! Let go of me!"

But the more I resisted, the angrier he became, his restraining force growing stronger.

He reached out to touch the red mark on my neck, his eyes gradually turning bloodshot.

I let out a muffled groan as his sudden bite hurt me, but that sound seemed to act as an aphrodisiac, making Peyton even more heated.

His hand moved downward, but as he lifted slightly, I drove my knee hard into him.

He instinctively rolled away, but in the next second, saw me running toward the window ledge.

"Don't! Jenna!"

Peyton's roar came from the window, carrying unprecedented panic.

When I woke again, I was in the same hospital as before.

I moved slightly. Intense pain immediately shot through my entire body, making me gasp.

Peyton kept watch nearby, dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing me wake, he immediately grabbed my hand, his voice hoarse.

"You're awake? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see him.

Peyton was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at it, his brow furrowing as he stood and left the room to take the call.

The next second, Carmen pushed through the door.

Looking at my miserable state, she laughed softly.

"You didn't even die falling from the fourth floor. You're really lucky."

I opened my eyes, looking at her and smiling back.

"Carmen, do you know why Peyton won't divorce me?"

Carmen rolled her eyes at me.

"Isn't it because you're clinging to him like a ghost who won't let go?"

"You're wrong."

I shook my head.

"It's because as long as he doesn't divorce me, he gets the forty percent stake I hold. So as long as I'm alive, you'll never be able to take my position."

"Yesterday he could have let me die, but he still saved me. Why do you think that is?"

Carmen frowned, a flash of doubt crossing her eyes.

I propped myself up into a sitting position.

"Because he owes me his life-I saved him. If I die, he can't explain it. As long as he doesn't sign the divorce papers, I'll forever be his legal wife. And you're just a mistress."

Carmen's face gradually turned ashen. Seeing this, I continued dangling the bait.

"Help me get the divorce agreement, and I'll transfer my shares to you. I'll take my brother and leave forever. With those shares, not only can you marry Peyton immediately, you can become a company director. How about it?"

Carmen's eyes flickered, clearly tempted, but she wasn't stupid.

"Why should I trust you?"

"You don't have to."

I wasn't anxious at all, closing my eyes.

"We'll just keep dragging this out. You can gamble on whether he'll give up my shares to marry you first, or lose interest in you and come back to his family first."

Carmen fell silent.

"Fine."

Carmen lowered her voice.

"I'll find a way to get my hands on the divorce agreement."

"I hope you keep your promise, or I'll make you wish you were dead!"

I opened my eyes, looking at her extended hand and grasping it.

"Happy cooperation."