Chapter 3
Sir Your Ex wife is Already Dead
Sir, Your Ex-wife is Already Dead by Frida Hammond Chapter 3 We Shall Divorce
There was a murmur in the hospital.
âNo way! This is Mrs. Tapia, right? So, who did Mr. Tapia bring in? I heardâ¦ââ â
Jazmineâs ears were buzzing, and she vaguely heard their whispers, yet it didnât feel real.
She thought, are they talking about Giancarlo?
She opened her eyes and tried to get up, but such a movement only caused her to cough violently.
âMs. Gardner.â The nurse rushed forward and gently patted her back.
The room was stark white and was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Jazmine was stunned for a long
time before she realized that she was in the hospital. She spoke in a hoarse and dry voice, âHas
anyone been here?â
She still had a bit of hope, figuring that maybe Giancarlo came back and sent her here.
Yet the expression on the nurseâs face was complicated and strange. She hesitated for a long time and
whispered, âNo.â
Jazmineâs heart sank at once.
Her phone buzzed and vibrated.
She saw the caller ID clearly. It was Yoselin again. Yoselin was so arrogant that she didnât even change
her number.
âMs. Gardner, your phone,â the nurse reminded Jazmine as she was changing the medicine for
Jazmine.
Yoselin called her three times in a row, and it seemed that Yoselin wasnât intending to give up.
âI see.â Jazmine picked up the phone. Sure enough, she heard a familiar voice on the other end of the
line, and this time,
Yoselin sounded a bit more malicious.
âJazmine, what a coincidence. I got a cut on my leg, and Giancarlo accompanied me to the hospital,
and then I found that you were hospitalized as well. By the way, your family is doomed today,â Yoselin
said sarcastically.
Yoselin hung up after finishing speaking.
Jazmineâs heart sank immediately. She instinctively wanted to refute, but subconsciously, she felt
that⦠She had a bad feeling.
She clutched her phone and called home. When the phone was picked up, she heard her motherâs
hoarse, crying voice, saying, âJazmine.â
âMom, is the Gardner Group in trouble?â she asked, gripping her phone tightly.
The sobs on the other end of the line became louder. In the next second, the phone was snatched
away, and a low and hoarse male voice rang out. It was her father.
âEverything is fine. The liquidity problem has been solved. You should worry about yourself. After all,
youâre not getting younger. You should have a baby with Giancarlo as soon as possible.â
âYes, I will.â She blinked and could not stop shedding tears, feeling heartache.
âMs. Gardner, what are you doing?â the nurse beside her exclaimed.
Jazmine pulled the needle out of her hand, managed to get up, and smiled, âIâm going out to meet a
friend. Iâll be right back
âBy the way.â She turned her head to look at the nurse, and her palmâsize face now looked even paler.
âDid Giancarlo bring a woman next door to see the doctor? The woman is called Yoselin, right?â
The nurse pursed her lips tightly and did not speak. Her response was selfâevident.
Jazmine thought, sure enough.
Her heartache was tearing her apart.
She wanted to put on an indifferent smile, but the more she tried, the more she wanted to cry. In the
end, she did not say anything and directly rushed over.
She thought, we have been married for four years. For four entire years, everyone knows that he has a
wife, yet they never care. On the contrary, Yoselin, the woman beside Giancarlo, attracts their attention
more.
How ironic.
She went to the VIP ward next door, and as she expected, Yoselin was inside.
Her long straight hair spread over her shoulders, and her back looked delicate and elegant. However,
when she turned around, her beautiful face had a hint of gloominess.
âSure enough, youâre here,â Yoselin sneered. âIsnât four years enough for you to wake up? You have to
wait till your whole family is ruined. Only then will you give up. Right?â
âYou have come to me repeatedly just to be the hostess of the Tapia family, havenât you? But if I donât
agree to divorce him, what are you?â Jazmine asked calmly. Yet she clutched her drooping hands
tightly, which gave her away.
She couldnât help but look at Yoselinâs leg. It could hardly be called a leg injury. Instead, it was just a cut
with a few bandâaids.
However, it could still make Giancarlo panic.
It seemed that Jazmineâs words hit Yoselinâs sore spot. Yoselinâs expression became even more
ferocious. She raised her phone and said coldly, âYou think itâll be OK, simply because you donât agree?
See for yourself. After today, the Gardner Group will be merged and go bankrupt.
âAndâ¦â Yoselin came forward. Every word of hers was extremely vicious. âDo you know why he is in
such a hurry to take over the Gardner Group all of a sudden? Itâs because⦠you are not sensible and
refuse to divorce.â
These last words of hers were bitterly vicious and cold.
On her phone were photos of the share transfer.
Every word Yoselin said and every photo she showed hit Jazmine hard, tearing her heart apart.
Jazmine instinctively wanted to refute, but her throat was dry as if someone was strangling her.
Yoselin wasnât satisfied. She lowered her head and said viciously, âHe told me that if not for the fact that
you were useful, it
would sicken him to have sex with you.â
Thwack!
A crisp sound rang out.
Jazmineâs raised hand fell so hard and decisively that even her palm trembled.
âYou hit me?â Yoselin startled for a moment, her face becoming distorted. âIf you donât believe me, go
ahead and ask him. He married you to destroy your family and pave the way for me righteously!â
âShut up!â Jazmine gritted her teeth and shouted angrily. She raised her head slightly to force back her
tears. Even though she was in a sorry state, she still kept her chin high. âWho do you think you are?â
Her eyes were sore, and she raised her hand, wanting to slap Yoselin again.
Yet Yoselin, who was standing in front of her, was suddenly no longer sarcastic, and the twisted
expression on her face vanished. Yoselin covered her face and took a few steps back. She hit the table
hard and knocked over the glass on the table,
and then she lay in the glass debris.
Everything happened too quickly. The arm of Yoselin, who was on the ground, was bloodied by the
glass debris, and she was crying delicately while covering her face with her hands. âDonât hit me.
Please! Iâm begging you, Ms. Gardner, donât hit me.â
Such a change made Jazmine have a bad feeling. Before she took back her raised hand, she heard a
stern voice at the door. He said, âWhat are you doing?â
Giancarlo strode in with a cold expression on his handsome face. He grabbed Jazmineâs arm and
shouted angrily, âJazmine, youâre crazy!â
He clasped her wrist with his cold hand and swung her away.
His strength made her fall back a few paces, and she fell to the ground, her palm punctured by the
glass and bleeding.
âGiancarlo.â She held back her tears, looked up at the man in front of her, and gritted her teeth. âIt
wasnât me.â
âIt wasnât you?â Giancarlo picked Yoselin up from the ground in distress and looked at Jazmine from
above, his eyes unmasked with anger and disgust. âWhat else? Donât tell me it was Jazmine who put
on a show.
âJazmine,â he said in an utterly cold voice. âIâm surprised. You just canât stand her being here, can you?
If I hadnât come in time today, would you have just killed her?
âI didnât expect you to be so vicious.â A thick disgust and hatred flashed through Giancarloâs eyes. Then
he continued coldly, âIf so, thenâ¦â
After a pause, his upcoming words were even colder and harsher.
âWe shall divorce.â