The Verdict on My Husband the Judge: GUILTY novel Chapter 42

The elevator doors slam open.

But it’s not Connor stepping out.

It’s a crew of black–suited security guards with earpieces, looking like they mean business.

The head of security glances between Sarah and me, his face twisting with confusion.

“Manager Quinn, what is going on here?”

Sarah practically vibrates with excitement seeing her backup.

She jabs her finger at me and Jake like she’s stabbing the air

“THESE two!”

“No reservation, FAKE key card, trying to storm the presidential suite like they own the goddamn place!”

“DRAG their asses out of here RIGHT NOW!”

The security chief shifts uncomfortably.

“Manager Quinn, I swear I’ve seen this lady before…”

“I don’t give a flying FUCK who you think she looks like!” Sarah explodes, her face going red. “I said throw them out! Are you completely brain–dead?”

“Mr. Blackwood’s coming down any second. You want to explain to HIM why these street rats are still breathing his

air?”

The security chief practically cowers. Sarah’s got him by the balls.

He hesitates for a second and marches toward us.

“You two need to leave. Now.”

His tone’s still polite, but his stance says it all.

Jake moves like lightning, stepping between us with the kind of presence that’s seen actual war,

The security team freezes instantly. You don’t fuck with that kind of energy.

“Touch her and die.”

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Four words that could cut glass. Jake’s eyes are pure murder.

Sarah’s face goes white, then purple with rage.

“Are you FUCKING kidding me?! Some wannabe soldier boy thinks he can threaten people here?!”

She’s shrieking like a banshee, then suddenly LUNGES at me with her claws extended.

Not going for my face- she’s targeting the watch on my wrist like a vulture.

Connor’s seventh anniversary gift. Custom–made, one–of–a–kind, our initials engraved in the platinum.

“STOP pretending you’re somebody, you pathetic FAKE! Think some cheap knockoff makes you better than me?!”

Her nails are like daggers, tearing across my skin and leaving bloody scratches.

The sound of metal scraping metal fills the air as she destroys something priceless.

Jake’s rage EXPLODES.

He grabs Sarah’s wrist and YANKS her away so hard she goes flying.

Sarah stumbles backward, SLAMMING into the marble front desk with a sickening thud, screaming like she’s been

shot.

“You fucking HIT me?!”

She’s clutching her wrist, her face twisted in pure disbelief.

Then a sharp CRACK echoes through the entire lobby.

Everyone freezes.

I pull my hand back, my palm stinging and burning.

A perfect red handprint blooms across Sarah’s cheek like a brand.

“That slap was to teach you some fucking manners.”

My voice cuts through the silence like a blade, every word crystal clear.

“Touch my people again and see what happens.”

The air in the lobby turns to ice.

Sarah holds her face, her shock melting into pure venom.

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She stares at me like she wants to tear my throat out with her bare teeth.

“You’re fucking DEAD.”

The words crawl out from between her clenched teeth like poison.

“I PROMISE you that.”

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