Back in Time: Unshackling From Love

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Mikayla quietly chuckled to herself.

She had walted eight years in her past life, only to receive a divorce certificate and the news of Jerome marrying Kylle.

How could Jerome possibly fall in love with her in just a few short days?

Wanda asked again, “Should Jerome recognize your admirable qualities and develop affection for you, would you still desire a divorce?”

Mikayla nodded affirmatively under the gaze of Wanda’s optimism. “Yes.”

No matter how events unfolded in this lifetime, she wished to sever all ties with Jerome. The bitterness of love had taken its toll, and she yearned to distance herself from him, eager to embark on a fresh start.

After leaving the hall of the old mansion, Mikayla saw Jerome sitting expressionlessly in

the car.

After all the

fuss about the divorce, they ultimately didn’t get to divorce.

Jerome must have surmised that this must have been a meticulously rehearsed performance between her and Wanda. Once Mikayla got into the car, she would inevitably face insults and questioning from Jerome.

With that thought in mind, Mikayla planned to ignore him and take a taxi.

“Get in the car!” Jerome ordered coldly.

“Thanks, but you’re not going my way,” Mikayla replied, equally cold.

She was annoyed that they didn’t manage to get the divorce settled. On top of that, she didn’t want to subject herself to Jerome’s temper.

“Mikayla, get in!” Jerome’s tone held a cautionary note.

you have the guts, go ahead and file for divorce now!” Mikayla retorted with anger. This was the first time she confronted Jerome like

anger visibly intensified. “Fine!”

fully understanding his intentions, Mikayla observed Jerome

could react, he seized her!

go of me!”

and bit

winced in pain but didn’t release her. Instead, be

Jerome commanded

had started, Mikayla couldn’t escape. She quickly took out her phone and pointed the camera

“I’ll expose you immediately if you dare to hit me! I’ll call the police!”

as if he heard something ridiculous and leaned in toward

Mikayla to suddenly feel a sense of oppression. Her hand holding

want?” Mikayla

nervous?” Jerome sneered, lifting his wrist

markes.

I hit you,

this, Mikayla regained her composure.

hand on her, no

her.

someone who would harm

faint scent of cedar overwhelmed Mikayla, with Jerome close. Uncomfortable, she frowned and pushed him

was pushed backward and nearly hit the car window.

you addicted to being pretentious?”

back in her retort. “You toppled like a

Jerome choked.

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so assertive in front of him, nor had she

sarcastic remarks.

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