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Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 862

What kind of monstrously vile heart could pull off something like that?!

"My poor Jo-Jo..." Dr. Hayes gasped for air, tears flooding her clouded eyes. She raised her cane and brought it crashing down onto Quentin's back, screaming hysterically. "You tore your marriage apart over this?! You turned on Lydia and chose to believe an outsider?!"

The family hadn't known the full extent of the marital collapse.

Quentin had always refused to speak of it.

And Lydia had possessed far too much pride. Wrongly accused, she absolutely refused to beg for the trust of a husband who doubted her.

Quentin absorbed the heavy blows without flinching.

Even after all these decades, every nuance of Lydia's expression from that night was branded into his mind.

During their screaming match, Lydia had been crying, but her face had been stone-cold. She had stared at him with venomous mockery and said, "She threw herself down those stairs on purpose. Do you believe me?"

And how had he responded?

He had looked at her with profound disappointment and heartbreak. "Jo-Jo, your jealousy has completely blinded you. You've resorted to destroying other people's lives. Sylvia lost her baby. She might never be able to conceive again. She's so devastated she tried to kill herself, and you're still refusing to admit what you did?"

At that moment.

Lydia had looked at him with pure hatred.

A soul-crushing, agonizing hatred. But she had simply smiled.

And never offered another word of explanation.

She disappeared shortly after.

He had spent months looking for her like a madman.

The next piece of news he received.

Was that Lydia had driven her car into a lake and died.

He had lost his wife.

His beloved wife.

It had plunged him into a depression that lasted for years.

"Jo-Jo was right all along, wasn't she? You threw yourself down those stairs. She never laid a finger on you."

During that harrowing incident where two lives were supposedly on the line, he had been blinded by rage. He hadn't been defending Sylvia; he had been terrified that his proud, radiant wife was sinking into dark, extreme paranoia. He hadn't wanted Lydia to drown in bitterness, so he had lashed out with the cruelest words possible to snap her out of it.

But he never could have imagined.

That the blade he plunged into her heart was actually forged from his own lack of faith in her.

"Quentin..." Sylvia's delicate face went stark white. She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No, it's a misunderstanding. I never wanted to lie to you! I didn't even know Sierra was alive until much later..."

She wept uncontrollably, consumed by genuine terror.

The murderous look in Quentin's eyes shattered her resolve. The paralyzing fear of losing him—of losing everything she had built—short-circuited her normally calculating brain.

If this disaster with Sierra hadn't happened out of nowhere.

The truth of the past would have remained buried forever.

Sebastian's casual, lethal deduction had signed her death warrant.

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