The Transactional Marriage That Imploded novel Chapter 3

This time, she turned on her screen recorder. It was a video of Mathis keeping Cynthia's child company while he got an IV drip.

In the clip, Mathis held the boy with a look of absolute tenderness, coaxing him softly, "Don't be scared, Lamont. Daddy's here."-

Unsurprisingly, Cynthia quickly unsent the video.

Fortunately, Bianca had already recorded her screen. This would make excellent evidence during the divorce.

She forwarded the clip, along with the prenuptial agreement she had signed, straight to Jax.

[Jax, I want a divorce as soon as possible. I don't care if I walk away without a dime.]

Constrained by the prenup and the immense power of the Jagger family, she dared not covet anything that didn't belong to her.

Jax didn't reply immediately, but the drafted divorce papers arrived in her inbox by dawn.

Bianca typed back: [Thank you!]

She read through the clauses carefully. Just as the prenup dictated, she would leave with absolutely nothing. It seemed Jax understood too—she wouldn't get a single cent from this divorce.

Not getting anything was fine. This had only ever been a transactional marriage anyway.

Bianca stood up to print the papers, shedding silent tears as she whispered into the empty room, "Goodbye, Mathis Jagger."

She stayed awake all night, waiting for him to come home.

But he never did.

Bianca got up at six in the morning, slipped the divorce agreement into a manila folder, and waited. By ten o'clock, there was still no sign of him.

With a bitter smile, she tossed the folder onto the dining table, snapped a photo, and sent it to Mathis.

[We're getting a divorce. The papers are already drafted. Look them over when you get back, and let me know if there are any issues. Let's part ways amicably so we don't have to make a scene in court.]

Mathis never replied. When she tried calling, he hung up on her.

When she tried texting again, a red exclamation mark appeared.

As they walked in side by side, a vicious stab of pain ripped through Bianca's chest. Seeing it with her own eyes—the child whose face was a carbon copy of Mathis’s—was a crushing blow.

Xanthe was stunned. "Your husband has a love child?"

Three years ago, when Bianca gave up a million-dollar job offer, Xanthe had been completely baffled. After accidentally discovering the secret marriage on Bianca's phone, Xanthe had even congratulated her on marrying into wealth.

But after witnessing the miserable life Bianca actually lived within the Jagger family, she had sneered, "Turns out high society is just a toxic waste dump!"

Right now, Bianca felt as if her brain had taken a blunt-force hit, her vision blurring instantly. She sighed and replied, "Yeah. This transactional marriage was always meant to end."

Three years had passed, and she had never managed to thaw his frozen heart. His heart had always belonged to another woman.

Let it all fade away into the wind.

Xanthe cursed, "That bastard Mathis! He finally gets cured of brain cancer just to pull this stunt and make you miserable. You should post your marriage license online and humiliate them! I get sick just looking at that homewrecker Cynthia."

Over the past month, ever since Mathis had fully recovered, Cynthia had been dropping by constantly to provoke Bianca, and Bianca had never once given her the time of day.