Chapter 9 Let's Divorce

"How dare you call me mean? Do you want it or not?" Jon sounded sinister and seductive. "Ah…" The moans on the phone intensified. Clara gripped the phone and continued listening. Her lashes trembled, but her gaze remained firm. Her heart pained as if being stabbed repeatedly. It was hard to breathe. But she did not want to hang up. Why do I insist on maintaining this marriage? This marriage gives me nothing but endless hurt. There is no hint of joy. Perhaps, I am longing for how nice he was in the past and am holding on to the tiny bit of hope that he would change. Maybe that is why I remained in this marriage. But now, I must remember this cruelty and remind myself of how evil he is whenever I think of him. "Jon, will Clara seek revenge if she catches us? Ah…" Jon's secretary said in between moans. "What the heck!" Jon groaned furiously and said, "Don't talk about her in the middle of sex!" The secretary replied, "Why, Jon? Does it spoil your mood when I talk about her? What if I don't want to stop?" "Since you know, why do you still keep mentioning her? You're ruining my mood." Jon said disdainfully. Clara pursed her lips and could not stop her tears from flowing. It was not because she still love him. Instead, she cried out of pity for her past self. She loved Jon with all she had and allowed him to hurt and betray her. If she persisted in loving him, it would be a disservice to herself. The call ended abruptly. Clara lay down on the bed and stared at the white ceiling. She felt a wave of pain slowly spread from her heart, coursing along her vessels and throughout her body. … Meanwhile, the secretary looked at the phone smugly in Jon's villa. She had secretly made a voice recording of her affair with Jon. I must have driven her mad with fury this time. Suddenly, Jon came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He looked sexy and dangerous. He took his phone languidly and checked the call log. However, his gaze suddenly turned cold upon seeing Clara's name. He looked at the secretary and asked, "Did you call her?" The secretary was stunned and began shaking with fear. Tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "Jon, I just wanted to…" However, Jon's phone beeped before she could explain. It was a message from Clara. 'Jon, let's divorce! I won't claim any marital assets or propose any conditions. We shall meet in court tomorrow.' Jon narrowed his eyes and called Clara immediately. "Clara, what is the meaning of this?" Although he had asked for a divorce before, his instinct told him that something was different about Clara this time. She was serious. On the other hand, Clara had never felt this calm before. She had caught Jon with many women throughout these three years and had long turned numb. If not for her mother, Clara would never force herself to sustain this marriage. Thus, she closed her eyes and replied, "Your lover kidnapped me. When I escaped, I saw you having sex with her in the car. It was then that I found out you planned all this." "But I never planned for you to have sex with another man." Jon argued furiously. "If you didn't abduct me to the wilderness, would that have happened? Even if you didn't plan it, your lover probably did. I don't understand why you keep doing this to me!" Clara's eyes were filled with hatred. "It's because you are a bitch!" Jon scolded without rationality. "Yes, I'm a bitch! But I don't want to be a bitch anymore! Let's divorce. See you in court tomorrow!" She hung up right after saying that. Jon turned to Aria with bloodshot eyes. He looked so furious that he could kill her at any moment. Aria could not hear what Clara was saying, but seeing Jon's expression made her tremble in fear. "What did you tell her?" Jon asked with a murderous and chilling glare. "No… I didn't. I only wanted…" Aria fell silent again. She did not know what to say to calm his fury. "What did you tell her?" Jon shouted. The shout frightened Aria, and she answered frankly, "I didn't say anything. I only sent her a voice recording of us having sex." Jon slapped Aria's face and glared at her murderously. "Who gave you the right to do that?" Aria fell to the floor and kneeled before Jon. She clung to his leg and said, "I just wanted her to know her place and leave you." Jon gripped her neck. He could have killed her if he applied a little more pressure. "Who do you think you are? You are nothing but a toy to me. What gives you the right to make her leave me?" Jon yelled furiously. Aria's face blanched. She gasped for air. She begged continuously, "Jon… Jon… Please forgive me!" Jon did not loosen his grip. Instead, the murderous intent in his eyes intensified. Suddenly, his phone rang, so he let go of Aria immediately. Aria sprawled on the floor coughing and trying to breathe. Jon answered the call. It was his subordinate. "Sir, I found the car plate you requested. It is from a car belonging to the senior leader of the special troops, James Frazer." The killing intent in Jon's eyes disappeared instantly. He pursed his lips and said, "Oh, it's him. Where is Clara? Has she returned to her apartment?" "She followed James onto the cruise. It will only return to shore tomorrow morning." His subordinate said. Jon turned red with fury. He gritted his teeth and said viciously, "I'll play with them tomorrow. No one is allowed to touch my woman." "Yes, sir." Jon hung up. He turned to Aria coldly and ordered, "You are to leave here in three days. Don't let me see you again." "Jon, please no. I love you. I can't bear to leave you." Aria pleaded. "Scram." Jon kicked Aria away without a hint of compassion in his gaze. He called a number and said, "Remove all houses, companies, cars, and luxury goods under her name. Also, cancel all her bank accounts connected to me and kill her." Aria's face turned ashen. She crumpled onto the floor in despair.