The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 59

Sylvia was absolutely infuriated. She violently raised her voice, her tone dripping with unbridled arrogance.

"Are you completely out of your mind?! How dare you demand that he search you! Who the hell do you think you are?"

An inexplicable spike of panic pierced through her. She aggressively latched onto Killian's arm. "Let's go. Don't waste your breath on this lunatic."

Killian didn't move a muscle, and neither did Jillian.

They locked eyes, engaged in a vicious standoff to see who would break first.

"Killian," Sylvia whispered nervously, her voice trembling slightly.

Jillian took another defiant step forward, forcing herself to maintain unrelenting eye contact with him.

"Since you've already had my bags dumped out, aren't you going to finish the job and search my body? Aren't you terrified I've pocketed something incredibly valuable from this boutique?"

"Jillian, look in the damn mirror. What gives you the audacity to think—"

"Whether I have the audacity or not is none of your damn business."

Jillian viciously cut Sylvia off without so much as glancing at her. She kept her burning stare anchored entirely on Killian in a silent, lethal provocation.

"If he genuinely believes I don't have the right, then he's more than welcome to announce my true identity to this crowd. Let them be the judge of whether I have the right or not."

Sylvia's face contorted into a mask of pure, rabid fury.

Jillian was Killian's legal wife—a massive, explosive secret kept entirely under wraps from the general public.

If Sylvia dared to argue that Jillian had no right to demand a personal search, Jillian would seize the perfect opening to expose her legal marriage to Killian.

The second she did, she would be universally recognized as Mrs. Quincy.

And Sylvia's relationship with Killian would instantly be condemned as a filthy, scandalous affair.

At the end of the day, the only reason Sylvia could parade around openly with him without facing massive public backlash was because Jillian, the legal wife, had willingly rendered herself invisible.

The moment she stepped out of the shadows, even someone as untouchable and elite as Killian would be violently crucified by public morality.

It was the absolute only shred of leverage Jillian held in this nightmare.

"I have no objections," Killian suddenly announced.

Without another word, he strode directly toward the VIP fitting rooms, stopping exactly at the entrance. He slowly turned his head and locked his gaze on Jillian.

Jillian's fierce bravado evaporated instantly.

She felt incredibly pathetic. She had let her reckless anger drive her to provoke Sylvia, and in doing so, she had backed herself into a brutally humiliating corner.

In Sylvia's twisted mind, letting Jillian walk away right now was the ultimate act of mercy.

Jillian merely stared at her flatly. "So, I take it you're ready to issue your apology?"

Sylvia violently yanked her hand back, glaring at her with absolute venom.

Jillian pulled the door entirely shut and slowly turned around.

A massive, floor-to-ceiling mirror dominated the fitting room.

The space was originally quite large, but with the two of them locked inside, it instantly felt suffocatingly claustrophobic.

Killian leaned against the wall, his hands casually in his pockets, projecting an aura of utter boredom.

Jillian forced her trembling hands up to her chest and hesitantly unfastened the first button.

Then the second. Then the third.

Killian didn't even attempt to look away; his glacial gaze remained entirely locked onto her.

There wasn't a single flicker of emotion visible in his eyes.

It was as if the woman being humiliatingly stripped down right in front of him wasn't his legal wife at all.