Chase Me Again

Jessica's POV

"Mr. Harrison wants to see you in his office at 10:30 this morning."

I heard Serena's voice over the phone. Her arrogant tone made me cringe.

I tried to be calm and asked, "Isn't he meeting with a client this morning?"

"I'm just informing you. Come if you like." Serena finished impatiently and then hung up without waiting for me to answer.

Serena was Zander's secretary. She's a beauty, so she treated me, the CEO's wife, casually all the time.

Since Zander and I had problems with our marriage, Serena's attitude toward me had worsened.

I glanced down at my cell phone. It was 9:30 a.m.

I walked directly over to my closet and pulled out a white Chanel dress.

It was a dress from several years ago. The style of this dress was outdated, but it was the first gift I got from Zander.

I looked in the mirror and put on my lipstick, then slipped on my high heels.

I twirled around and made sure I was okay in the mirror. Then, I grabbed my bag and hurried out of the house.

Zander and I got married five years ago. We were in love, at least for the first four years of our marriage.

He was the chairman of the Harrison Group, but he always made time to have dinner with me at home every day.

We were a model couple to all our friends.

I thought I would be happy like this forever. However, everything changed a year ago.

A year ago, Zander's Uncle Warren moved back to Los Angeles from Ottawa. Zander helped put up the Warren family.

I was very aware that Zander's attitude toward me had grown cold.

I assumed it was because Zander was so tired from helping the Warrens find a house.

But once the Warrens were settled and life was on track, Zander became even colder toward me.

He came home later and later. Even when he occasionally came home on time, he no longer joked with me at dinner.

When I asked him why, he never answered.

The way he looked at me became cold and sometimes frightened me.

"Good morning, Mrs. Harrison."

I walk into the Harrison Group. An employee smiled and greeted me.

I smiled and nodded in greeting, but I didn't stop.

I love Zander deeply. I didn't want our marriage to go down the drain, so I planned to talk to Zander.

We should go to marriage counseling together.

I got on the elevator.

I started to get nervous as I watched the numbers on the top of the elevator slowly rise.

I took a deep breath and told myself, "You can convince him, Jessica.

The elevator doors opened and I stepped out.

The hallway was carpeted and I walked alone toward Zander's office.

As I approached Zander's office, I heard a faint sound.

It was the urgent gasping of a woman.

I knew exactly what that sound meant, and a sudden feeling of unease surged through my heart.

The corridor on the eighteenth floor was empty. It was the CEO's floor, so others didn't come up here at will.

My steps became light and quick as I walked quickly to Zander's office.

His office wasn't completely closed, the door was ajar.

Standing in front of the office door, the ambiguous gasping was so clear, as if someone was holding a loudspeaker and playing it in my ears.

My body shook slightly. I wanted to move but couldn't.

I felt that my throat was super dry. I unconsciously made a move to swallow, but the tearing, burning pain coming from my throat sobered me up a bit.

I thought, "No, that can't be Zander, or he's just watching an adult movie.

Holding my breath, I took a step forward and approached the doorway.

Through the door, I saw the scene in Zander's office.

Behind the wide desk, a woman with long blonde hair was facing the direction of the door.

She was riding a man with his head down. She groaned aloud.

My eyes moved to the man's back. The gray plaid suit jacket he was wearing stung my eyes.

It was the outfit I had prepared for Zander this morning.

I watched as the blonde woman had her hands on Zander's shoulders, her body swaying.

"Oh, Zander, harder..."

The woman's movements accelerated and she threw her hair back to let out an even more piercing moan.

"Keep going!" He lets out a stunning breath then.

I got a good look at her face.

It was Serena!

A sharp stabbing sensation spreads from my heart. It was August, yet I felt a piercing coldness.

Then a ripping agony swept through my brain. I didn't feel anger, only pain.

I knew I should have stormed in. I should have yelled at them.

I should have asked why he betrayed our love, our marriage.

But instead, it was as if I had lost all my courage and strength.

"Let's change positions, Zander." Serena's shrill voice came through the door. "I'm going to lie down on the table so you can face the door. Isn't that exciting?"

At Serena's words, I covered my chest and took a step back.

I couldn't hold on much longer. I turned and fled the Harrison Group in a panic.

I don't know how I got home. I didn't change my clothes. I just sat on the couch in the living room.

I stared blankly at the pattern on the living room carpet.

My mind was filled with images of that scene.

It seemed that all of Zander's coldness this year had found an explainable cause. He was cheating on me.

I sat like that from day to night, not moving at all.

Until the sound of the door opening suddenly rang out, I turned my head stiffly.

Zander entered with a cold face. He turned on the light and frowned when he saw me.

"What's wrong with you? Sitting in the living room with the lights off?" He said tiresomely, "Go back to your own bedroom if you want to go crazy."

Zander unbuttoned his jacket and casually tossed it aside.

The gray plaid suit jacket stung my eyes. I remembered the scene from this morning.

My heart went cold as I watched his impatience and indifference.

I took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Let's get a divorce."

Zander stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at me in surprise.

Then his expression turned cold again.

"Stop being insane."

Jessica's POV

"I'm divorcing you!" I said again seriously as I looked up at Zander.

Zander stopped and turned his head to look at me in surprise.

After a few moments of silence, he said, "What is this new tactic to get my attention? Jessica, you're a grown-up, don't waste your breath. I'm tired from work and I don't have time to play with you."

He was about to go back to his room when he finished speaking.

Looking at the familiar back, I don't know where a surge of courage came from.

I stood up and walked quickly to Zander, raising my arm to stop him. I said firmly, "Get a divorce, Zander."

"Stop being irrational!" He grabbed my wrist and threw it aside.

I stumbled and almost fell. When I turned my head, I saw Zander looking at me with disgust in his eyes.

He said in a mocking tone, "Divorce me? The mansion you live in now, the jewels you own, and all the lavish life you enjoy are all from me. Are you sure you want to divorce me? And then go back to your useless father?"

When I heard his sarcastic words, my mouth opened in surprise and I couldn't say anything for long.

It was true that my family was different from Zander's. My father Johnny was a retired soldier.

He had run a small business over the years, mostly machining parts. The profits were meager and nothing to write home about compared to the Harrison Group.

But I never let that get me down. When Zander and I met, he never showed any disdain for my family.

I didn't expect something like this to come out of his mouth.

"You know I don't care about those luxuries." I unconsciously tried to explain.

"Don't call yourself so noble." Zander stood up straight and looked at me condescendingly, "You're wearing a limited edition Chanel dress. You couldn't afford a dress by yourself. You're already wearing it, so don't say you don't care."

It turned out that he had noticed the dress I was wearing. But he had forgotten what the dress meant to us.

I scoffed.

Why should I expect anything from a jerk?

I kicked my shoes aside and looked at Zander, "I can return all this to you. I just have one request, divorce. I don't want to live with a jerk who cheated on me anymore."

"Cheating?" Zander frowned. There was a flash of disbelief in his eyes, but soon they were cold again.

"Stop acting. I know about you and Serena." I said, thinking about the morning, and once again my heart ached.

"What did you say?" Zander frowned at me and I looked at him without flinching.

After a few moments, he let out a soft smile and said, "Yes, you bored me in bed like a dead fish. Serena is far more interesting than you. And you know what? She's really good at it."

"Shame on you!"

"Are you so incapable of accepting reality? Jessica?" Zander sneered.

I looked at him and pretended to be relaxed, "You know what? Mr. One Minute, I feel nothing but disgust when I f*ck you."

"Jessica!" Zander's stormy voice rang out.

There was a flash of pain in his eyes. I thought I had misread him, but I didn't care anymore.

I walked barefoot on the cold floor and quickly entered the bedroom.

Zander followed me in.

I knew he was standing in the doorway, but I didn't care. I immediately opened the closet and pulled out a suitcase.

I put the designer clothes aside, started to rummage through my own clothes, and stuffed them into the suitcase.

"What are you doing?"

Zander came over and pulled on my wrist. It was very hard and I felt pain in my wrist.

I shook his hand as hard as I could, but I failed.

I gritted my teeth and said through the pain, "I can take your coldness, your ignorance. But I can't take your betrayal. I don't want to be in the same room with you. Breathing the same air as you make me sick.

Zander froze for a moment. I felt his grip on my wrist loosen a bit and I shook him off immediately.

I turned and continued packing.

There was so little stuff, the only things I owned were two T-shirts and a few pairs of jeans.

I looked at those expensive jewelry and clothes, unimpressed.

I closed my suitcase and turned around.

Zander's eyes were on me, slightly red.

"Put the stuff back." He said in a threatening tone.

"I'm leaving first. Contact me if you find out and want to talk about a divorce." As if I hadn't heard him, I finished and planned to leave.

At that moment, my phone suddenly rang.

I put down my suitcase and picked it up.

"Hello, Mrs. Harrison. This is Reid Marriage Counseling Center and I'm calling to confirm a time for you to come in for counseling."

"Cancel my reservation, thank you," I said calmly.

"What?" She asked in surprise.

"Because I am planning on ending this marriage. So no more counseling, thank you." Having said that, I hung up the phone.

As I tried to pull out my suitcase, I realized I couldn't.

I turned my head and saw Zander pulling on the suitcase with one hand.

"Let go." I said impatiently.

"I damn well told you to put your stuff back!" Zander snapped. He yanked the suitcase over with one hand and I was almost dragged over with it.

I let go and he kicked the suitcase right into it, making a loud noise.

Then it rolled a few times on the floor and fell against the wall.

The lock on the suitcase was broken and my clothes were scattered.

I covered my mouth in surprise and looked at Zander. His eyes were red and he was gasping for air.

It was the first time I'd seen him so angry in all the years we'd been married.

I can't stay with this violent man.

He scared me and made me feel dangerous.

I didn't say anything. I tugged on my bag and headed for the door.

But I hadn't taken two steps before Zander pulled me back. He clamped one hand around my wrist and gripped my chin with the other.

"I don't like disobedient women." Zander looked at me, his tone cruel.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" I desperately tried to break his grip with the hand that wasn't restrained, but I failed.

The next second, I was thrown onto the bed by him.

I struggled to get up. But he directly pounced on the bed and pinned me down.

Jessica's POV

Zander pinned me down and tore frantically at my clothes. I struggled desperately.

But my strength was no match for Zander's. Besides, he was agitated at that moment.

Looking into his cold and fierce eyes, my struggling movements stopped.

A moment later, a sharp pain came from my lower abdomen.

He entered me without any foreplay.

"Boring," Zander said as he got up from bed.

I lay motionless, staring at the ceiling in disbelief.

Zander stared at me for a moment, then turned and left. Then I heard the sound of a shower.

I could feel my love for Zander leaving my body with every breath I took.

I just lay there, my mental and physical exhaustion putting me to sleep.

The next day.

I opened my eyes and noticed that I was covered with a blanket. I was the only one in the bedroom.

I sat up and forced my aching body to take a shower.

Warm water flowed over my body, warming it. But my heart was cold.

I pulled out my makeup and gave myself a delicate look.

I rummaged through my suitcase and pulled out a dress from the innermost part.

It was an exclusive Hermes limited edition, with a bright red and yellow color scheme. The delicate cut accentuated my figure.

This wasn't a dress Zander had given me, this was my own.

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice and was answered immediately.

"Good morning, Ms. Riddle, at your service."

A cold, magnetic man's voice came from the other side of the phone.

I picked up the phone and looked at myself in the mirror. I smiled faintly.

"Lucas, bring someone to the lake house in twenty minutes to help me pack," I said.

Twenty minutes later, Lucas showed up at the door with five men in black suits.

I smiled slightly and pointed in the direction of the bedroom, "Pack everything in this villa that belongs to me. Remember, everything."

"Yes, Ms. Riddle." The crowd replied in unison.

Then they began to go in and out of each room, wearing white gloves.

I sat on the couch and watched them quietly.

I lowered my head to look at the diamond ring on my ring finger and smiled before removing it.

My last name wasn't Wyatt, actually. My real father was Justin Riddle. He was the head of one of the three largest Mafia groups.

Many years ago, my father led the transformation of the entire Mafia group into a legitimate company. To avoid retaliation from his enemies, he entrusted me to his former underling, Johnny Wyatt.

Johnny took care of me by marrying a woman who lived alone with her son.

But he had no children of his own.

My father's company was going well.

By the time he wanted to pick me up, I knew Zander.

So I refused my father's arrangement.

I wanted to be with Zander.

I continued to live as Johnny's daughter until now.

I thought I was happy, but I was 100% wrong.

"Ms. Riddle, we packed everything up," Lucas said as he walked up to me and leaned over.

I stood up and nodded at him and said, "Let's go.

"With that, I left the home I had lived in for five years, without looking back.

As I walked out of the mansion, a black Rolls Royce pulled up in front of me.

The phone rang as soon as I got in.

"You finally figured it out?" My father's pleasant voice came from the other end.

I said calmly, "Yes, I've decided to get a divorce."

"Oh, that surprised me. What's your plan?"

"I think the Riddle Group needs to get ready for a female leader," I said confidently.

Justin smiled, "Indeed my daughter. But first, you need to pass a test. One of our branches is bidding on a project. Originally, a deal was struck. But they suddenly defaulted on the contract. We knew that they wanted to give the project to another company. So I need you to get this project back.

When I hung up, I said to Lucas, "Send me the information about Company A. Then make an appointment to meet with him, ASAP".

Having said that, I opened my laptop and heard Lucas start the call.

I checked the contract and the information thoroughly.

A short time later, the car pulled up in front of a cafe.

Lucas opened the car door for me, "The head of Company A is named Tommy and he just finished talking to other clients. He can give us twenty minutes."

"That's enough." I smiled and got out of the car.

Lucas opened the door. I stepped inside.

"Tommy, I'm the Program Manager at Alpha, my name is Jessica," I said with a smile as I held out my hand and looked at Tommy.

Tommy sat down on the couch. He didn't want to shake my hand at all.

He said impatiently, "What's the matter? Hurry up, I'm busy."

"About our cooperation ......"

"We didn't sign any contract. We can find any company we want to cooperate with, don't bother me anymore." Tommy interrupted me impatiently.

"But we've already agreed to cooperate before. I wonder what's the reason?" I didn't get angry and asked calmly.

"As you said, we just AGREED, not signed a contract. We have the right to choose a better company. This kind of cooperation is all two-way, do you want to force us to agree?" Tommy said and tried to leave.

I opened my purse and pulled out a pistol, carefully placing it on the table.

"What, what are you doing?!" Tommy was so scared that he immediately took two steps back.

"Are you scared? This is Los Angeles. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything." I leaned back in my chair, looked at Tommy, and continued, "Of course, I know that working with the company is a two-way street. I just wanted to continue our cooperation. I think you'd do the right thing for your mother, your 8-year-old son, and your 12-year-old daughter, wouldn't you?"

I look at the horrified Tommy and smile.