From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 117

The man standing before her didn't look even remotely moved by her tearful concern. His eyes remained half-closed, heavy with lethargy, as he took a slow, deliberate step toward her.

Staring into those pitch-black eyes felt like staring into an abyss. The sheer, desolate emptiness in them threatened to swallow her whole.

Joanna instinctively stumbled backward in fear.

But... she didn't want to back down.

For the past two days, she had been a complete wreck, unable to eat or sleep.

When she finally forced herself to think logically, she didn't understand why Lydia would lie to her.

But she knew Lydia. Lydia would never cheat on her husband, let alone get secretly engaged to another man while still married.

Moreover, Xavier and Lydia moved in entirely different circles. Aside from Harrison, there was no logical way they could have crossed paths. They had known each other for barely fifteen days.

She was positive there was a massive misunderstanding.

But watching him throw himself into the ocean without a second thought...

It shattered her composure.

He was a notoriously ruthless, cold-blooded man. Even if he wanted someone saved, he had a small army at his disposal—like Wesley—to do the dirty work.

But he had jumped in himself.

Whatever the true nature of their relationship was...

Could she just let go of five years of agonizing, unrequited love?

No. She refused.

"I know exactly who your precious fiancée is."

"If Archibald finds out she's a married woman, he'll never let her—"

The very second she summoned the courage to play her trump card, a freezing, vice-like grip locked around her throat.

She was slammed brutally against the cold, hard wall.

An icy, excruciating pain radiated through the thin fabric of her clothes, paralyzing her entire body.

Her eyes blew wide in sheer terror as she slammed into the man's dark, unhinged gaze.

The terrifying, murderous intent rolling off him froze the blood in her veins. She couldn't even process the instinct to struggle. Her lungs completely seized.

"Boss!" Wesley shouted in alarm. Instantly, the crushing grip vanished.

Her legs gave out, and Joanna collapsed to the floor.

She gasped violently for air, trembling as she stared up at the towering, terrifying man.

But he was already walking away, not sparing her a single backward glance.

Her five years of devotion had been crushed to dust by his absolute ruthlessness.

Joanna clutched her breaking heart, a wave of unbearable agony crashing over her.

She realized with horrifying clarity that she loved him even more now.

The obsession was far deeper than she had ever admitted to herself.

Tears completely blurred her vision. She curled into a ball, wrapping her arms around her knees, desperately trying to hold her shattered pieces together.

Suddenly, a pair of leather shoes stopped in front of her.

A spark of desperate hope flared in her chest, and she snapped her head up—only for the light to instantly die in her eyes.

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