The Nine O'Clock Husband - Chapter 8

Jackson left, and I didn’t take his words to heart.

The village women had all kinds of opinions, but Gabriel didn’t care at all.

He still invited me out as usual.

I agreed to be his model for a while.

Meanwhile, Jackson went to the Bridal Shop and pulled up the surveillance footage from that day.

Ava was too confident; she never thought Jackson would doubt her, so she hadn’t taken any measures.

Watching the clear slander in the footage and my struggles afterwards, Jackson slapped himself in pain.

He suddenly realized how terribly wrong he’d been.

After the divorce, he moved in with Ava, and her flaws gradually emerged.

Ava, relying on her pregnancy, bossed Jackson around, always telling him to buy this or demanding to go out for fun.

At first, Jackson was willing to indulge her, but as time passed, he started to compare.

Especially when he came home every day and couldn’t even get a hot meal, and even with a splitting headache, he still had to peel fruit for Ava.

Suddenly, he understood everything good about me.

I had given so much for him and for our family, and all along, he thought he was in control.

But only after I truly left did he realize-it was he who couldn’t live without me.

Jackson returned home in a daze, and as soon as he walked in, he heard Ava’s complaints:

“Where have you been? You haven’t replied to my messages for days. Don’t you know how hard it is for me, pregnant with your baby?”

“My leg is cramping. Hurry up and massage it for me.”

Ava thought that now she was pregnant and had driven me away, she could completely control Jackson, so she dropped her pretense.

The next moment, Jackson slapped her: “That day at the Bridal Shop, you fell on purpose.”

His tone was firm. Ava was about to explode, but hearing this, she shrank back.

“What are you talking about? The past is the past. Has that woman come to pester you again and filled your head with nonsense?”

“Women know women best-she just can’t stand to see us happy, so she’s trying to stir up trouble between us.”

Ava whined, but Jackson’s face remained cold and dark.

He’d been with Ava just to satisfy physical needs; he could give Ava what she wanted, but he had one condition:

“Don’t let Isabella find out.”

Ava had obediently agreed, and he’d always thought she was honest and well-behaved.

It wasn’t until he saw the footage today that Jackson realized he’d trusted the wrong person, and that so many things didn’t add up.

That day’s Express Delivery had been ordered by Ava-how did it just happen to get delivered upstairs?

Even now, Jackson hadn’t recognized his own fault; he blamed everything on Ava.

Ava tried to hug him, but he pushed her away:

“I’ve seen all the surveillance from that day, Ava. You killed Isabella’s and my child. Now let your child pay for it.”

Ava couldn’t believe her ears and screamed:

“Jackson, that’s your child too!”

“Have you forgotten? Just last week you were lying on my belly, listening to the baby’s movements. He shares your blood. How can you be so heartless?”

She tried to use the child to awaken Jackson’s conscience, but it was useless.

Jackson grabbed her and started dragging her out. The huge difference in strength made Ava feel hopeless.

She understood her situation all too well-if she lost the child, she’d lose her only leverage.

So, she took the chance to bite Jackson’s hand, hoping he’d let go in pain and she could escape.

But Jackson saw through her intentions and didn’t let her get away with it.

In the struggle, Jackson lost control of his strength, pushing Ava away, and her belly slammed into the doorknob.

The intense pain made Ava curl up.

“Jackson, save our child.”

But this time, Jackson just looked at her coldly, the same way he looked at me that day.

Ava couldn’t save the child. When she woke up, she smashed everything in the hospital room like a madwoman.

There was no sign of Jackson. On her phone was a single message: “Don’t contact me again.”

No matter how many calls or texts she sent, Jackson never replied.

She remembered how she used to mock me for clinging desperately to Jackson. Now that it was happening to her, she finally understood my despair.