The Verdict on My Husband the Judge: GUILTY novel Chapter 43

Chapter 3

Sarah’s venom doesn’t last long.

Because her knight in shining armor just showed up.

Connor storms through the VIP entrance with his executive puppets trailing behind. Sharp black suit, face like granite, walking like he owns everything.

When he sees the chaos, his face twists with rage.

Then Sarah practically throws herself at Connor, fake tears flowing like a goddamn waterfall.

“Mr. Blackwood! FINALLY!”

“This crazy bitch brought muscle and ATTACKED me!”

She shoves her red cheek in his face, sobbing like she’s dying!

Connor’s cold eyes lock on me next. Pure disgust stares back at me.

“Emma, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

His voice cuts like ice. Ten years married, and he treats me like trash in front of everyone.

My heart stops. Pain rips through my chest like a knife.

What’s wrong with ME?

I stare at his hand resting protectively on Sarah’s shoulder. Watch her melt into his arms, then smirk at me like she’s already won.

And suddenly EVERYTHING clicks into place.

All those late nights. The endless “business trips.” The perfume on his shirts that isn’t mine.

Why this front desk bitch has VIP access to HIS hotel.

I wasn’t going crazy after all.

I was being PLAYED.

I let out a cold laugh.

“Connor, what am I pulling? You tell ME.”

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Chapter 3

My eyes drift slowly from his face to the little slut in his arms.

“Your side piece snapped my room key card right in front of me.”

“Said you already gave HER permanent access to the presidential suite.”

“Called me some random troublemaker who needed to be dragged out by security.”

“Then she tried to steal my watch.”

I hold up my scratched wrist, the angry red marks glowing under the lights.

“Connor, is this how you treat the anniversary gift you gave me?”

Connor’s face finally changes. He tries to push Sarah away, but she clings to his arm like a leech.

“Mr. Blackwood, that’s not what happened! She hit me first! And she brought this guy with her…”

Sarah’s still trying to spin her bullshit.

But I’m done listening.

I grab a bottle of red wine from the front desk display and before anyone can blink-

Ice–cold liquid pours down Sarah’s head in a crimson waterfall.

The wine soaks through her perfectly styled hair and crisp white uniform, turning her into a dripping mess.

She SCREAMS like a banshee.

“PSYCHO! You fucking PSYCHO!”

Now Connor completely loses it.

“Emma! ENOUGH!”

He lunges forward to grab me, but Jake blocks him cold.

“Don’t. Touch. Emma.”

Jake stares him down.

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