When Your Cheating Husband's Dream Become Your Divorce Evidence novel Chapter 20

Chapter 9

I kept my expression cold as I yanked hard on the car door.

But Declan had already locked it from the inside.

Seeing the several people behind me holding phones and cameras, he instantly understood my intention.

He locked the car even more securely.

Before I could make another move, Declan hurriedly pulled out his phone:

[Who are these people? I’m just taking a nap in my car. Are you trying to get me cyberbullied? Isn’t that going too far?

[This violates my portrait rights and privacy! Make them leave!

[It’s getting late-you haven’t eaten yet, have you, honey? There’s a convenience store on the first floor, Go buy something to eat and wait for me there. I’ll be right…

I didn’t bother reading the rest of his messages.

I pressed against the car window and peered inside.

There was no one in the back seat or passenger seat.

But I was absolutely certain Jenna was in that car.

I looked around and quickly walked to the fire extinguisher, pulling it from its case.

I put my phone in my pocket, my expression calm:

“Keep filming. I’ll handle this myself.”

I hefted the fire extinguisher, my steps heavy and deliberate.

I aimed at the car window and smashed it hard-

Declan was completely stunned.

He looked up from his phone screen, his expression shocked.

This car was the first one we’d bought after paying off our mortgage

It represented our hopes and dreams.

We’d cherished it all these years.

Not only did we wash it meticulously, we never even ate crumbly snacks inside.

And now, I was holding a fire extinguisher, personally smashing its front windshield.

Crystal-clear glass shards scattered everywhere.

Now we could all clearly see the jacket draped over the steering wheel.

I sneered, watching Declan’s slightly trembling thighs.

Without hesitation, I positioned myself in front of the driver’s seat again.

“Honey, let me explain! I can explain everything! Let’s go home and talk!”

Declan’s voice was no longer muffled by the car window.

He screamed hoarsely.

“Stop smashing it, I…”

Looking at his flushed face, I sneered:

“Too late.”

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