Chapter 4

Sir, Your Ex-wife is Already Dead by Frida Hammond Chapter 4 Old Scores

Divorce?

Jazmine propped herself up, ignoring the wound on her palm as she looked at Giancarlo. “Divorce?”

She found it ridiculous and added, “No, that’s impossible. I won’t agree!”

However, Giancarlo looked at her coldly and said in an icy voice, “I’m not asking for your opinion.”

“Come in and let Ms. Gardner sign it.” He looked at the door.

A few bodyguards came in and held Jazmine down, placing the divorce agreement in front of her. “Ms.

Gardner, please excuse

me.”

After that, they pressed her hand down and wanted to make a handprint on it.

“Let go of me!”

Jazmine tried to struggle, but her arm was fiercely stabbed into the glass shards on the ground. Her

palm and arm were cut. She was bleeding profusely.

“Giancarlo!” Jazmine clenched her hands tightly and refused to sign. She looked up at the man in front

of her, but what she saw was that he was gently and carefully hugging another woman. He gave all his

affection to that woman.

“Jazmine.” Giancarlo frowned as he looked at her sorry state. “You…”

“Giancarlo.” Yoselin, who was in his arms, suddenly whispered, “Why don’t you stay married? Ms.

Gardner might have misunderstood me just now. She did something rash because she was too

anxious.”

Yoselin’s voice was gentle. It sounded like she was comforting Giancarlo, but she was actually sowing

discord.

Sure enough, Giancarlo’s expression darkened even more. He sneered coldly, “She wanted to kill you,

but you are still speaking up for her. A woman like her is not worthy of sympathy.”

Every word was harsh, like an invisible slap.

Jazmine suddenly relaxed her hands, and her eyes were cold. They had been married for four years

and slept in the same bed for countless nights. In his eyes, she could only be described as vicious.

“Alright. I’ll sign it.”

Jazmine’s palm was seriously hurt, and the people around her couldn’t help but frown.

She held the pen in her hand and signed her name with force. When she finished writing the last

stroke, her tears fell and wet the handwriting. It looked mocking.

The divorce agreement…

The marriage she had struggled to maintain was finally over.

“Mr. Tapia.” A bodyguard picked up the divorce agreement that was stained with blood and could not

bear to look at it. “Ms. Gardner has signed it.”

It was stained with blood. The name “Jazmine Gardner” was written vigorously. Each stroke was so

forceful that it seemed to

be full of hatred.

“Okay,” Giancarlo averted his gaze and replied coldly. He only glanced at it and no longer looked at

Jazmine.

“Then Ms. Gardner…” The bodyguard looked back hesitantly. Jazmine looked more miserable than the

woman in Giancarlo’s

arms.

Jazmine stood up as if she could not feel any pain. She said hoarsely, “Since we are divorced, I will

move out today.”

She looked up and forced her tears back. She gritted her teeth and said.

However, she heard a cold sneer.

“Move out?” Giancarlo’s gaze was even colder, mixed with ridicule. “Where do you want to move to?

“I haven’t settled the old scores with you yet. Do you think it is over just like this?”

The bodyguards stopped her expressionlessly. There was pity in their eyes, but they could only do as

they were told.

“Old scores? What old scores did I have with you?” Jazmine suddenly found it funny and looked

straight at the person in his arms. Her heart seemed to have been stabbed by a knife. “Is it because of

her?”

In his arms, Yoselin did not look uncomfortable at all. She smiled mockingly at Jazmine.

“Yes,” Giancarlo said coldly. “You caused her to lose a child. She had to remove her uterus. You

deprived her of the right to be a

mother. Shouldn’t we settle this score?”

What an old score!

Jazmine felt it was a bit ironic and funny.

When Yoselin was four months pregnant, she came to find Jazmine and deliberately caused an

accident. Everyone thought Jazmine was jealous and afraid of Yoselin threatening her marriage, so

Jazmine accidentally pushed her down.

In that accident, Yoselin lay in a pool of blood. The child was gone, and her uterus had to be removed

because of the serious

injury.

From then on, when Giancarlo looked at Jazmine again, his eyes were filled with loathing. He was

determined that Jazmine

killed his child.

“Old scores?” Jazmine suddenly laughed, tears falling uncontrollably. She looked up at the man in front

of her and ground out,

“I said I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me.

“Ask her why the surveillance camera was broken that day. Why did she roll down the stairs?”

Jazmine’s voice was hoarse, and her palm was dripping blood, but it could not compete with her

heartache.

Giancarlo had never trusted her.

“Weren’t there other witnesses? Why don’t you look for them? If you find them…” Jazmine looked

straight at Yoselin who was

in his arms. Panic and resentment flashed in Yoselin’s eyes. “Then you will know who is to blame.”

“Giancarlo!” Yoselin suddenly cried and said sharply, “Stop talking. Losing that child is my fault. I failed

to take care of him.

That’s why he is gone.”

Yoselin’s entire body was trembling as tears streamed down her face. She was crying from extreme

pain.

“Stop! I beg you.” Yoselin’s entire body was trembling. Her sorrowful expression could evoke sympathy

from any man.

Jazmine felt it was ridiculous.

Jazmine and Yoselin both knew what had happened back then. Yoselin was actually acting like a

victim?

“Giancarlo.” Jazmine gritted her teeth and wanted to speak, but she saw a pair of cold eyes. They were

icy and had a gleam of disgust.

Jazmine’s heart suddenly sank, but she did not have time to explain before she heard Giancarlo speak

coldly.

“Send Ms. Gardner back.”

The voice was merciless, and his gaze was like a sharp knife as he looked at her.

But when he lowered his head, the gentleness in his eyes was obvious. He turned around and wanted

to go out.

“Ms. Gardner, please leave,” the bodyguard sighed softly and said in a low voice.

Leave?

Where to? Where would they send me? wondered Jazmine.

Jazmine felt as if she had fallen into an icy cellar. Coldness ran through her bones. She said harshly,

“Let go of me! Where are you going to send me?”

She looked straight at the back. The more she wanted to suppress her sorrow, the harder she cried.

“Giancarlo, I have divorced you. What right do you have to take away my freedom?”

Her hanging hands kept shaking.

But Giancarlo only paused and did not look back. He said coldly and sarcastically word by word.

“A divorce would be mercy.

“Since you killed her child, then you should pay for her loss with a child.”