Sir Your Ex wife is Already Dead
Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Sir, Your Ex-wife is Already Dead by Frida Hammond Chapter 3 We Shall Divorce

There was a murmur in the hospital.

“No way! This is Mrs. Tapia, right? So, who did Mr. Tapia bring in? I heard…‘” ”

Jazmine’s ears were buzzing, and she vaguely heard their whispers, yet it didn’t 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.

“Ms. Gardner.” 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 longtime before she realized that she was in the hospital. She spoke in a hoarse and dry voice, “Hasanyone been here?”

She still had a bit of hope, figuring that maybe Giancarlo came back and sent her here.

Yet the expression on the nurse’s face was complicated and strange. She hesitated for a long time andwhispered, “No.”

Jazmine’s 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 didn’t even changeher number.

“Ms. Gardner, your phone,” the nurse reminded Jazmine as she was changing the medicine forJazmine.

Yoselin called her three times in a row, and it seemed that Yoselin wasn’t intending to give up.

“I see.” Jazmine picked up the phone. Sure enough, she heard a familiar voice on the other end of theline, and this time,

Yoselin sounded a bit more malicious.

“Jazmine, 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,” Yoselinsaid sarcastically.

Yoselin hung up after finishing speaking.

Jazmine’s heart sank immediately. She instinctively wanted to refute, but subconsciously, she feltthat… She had a bad feeling.

She clutched her phone and called home. When the phone was picked up, she heard her mother’shoarse, crying voice, saying, “Jazmine.”

“Mom, is the Gardner Group in trouble?” she asked, gripping her phone tightly.

The sobs on the other end of the line became louder. In the next second, the phone was snatchedaway, and a low and hoarse male voice rang out. It was her father.

“Everything is fine. The liquidity problem has been solved. You should worry about yourself. After all,you’re not getting younger. You should have a baby with Giancarlo as soon as possible.”

“Yes, I will.” She blinked and could not stop shedding tears, feeling heartache.

“Ms. Gardner, what are you doing?” the nurse beside her exclaimed.

Jazmine pulled the needle out of her hand, managed to get up, and smiled, “I’m going out to meet afriend. I’ll be right back

“By the way.” She turned her head to look at the nurse, and her palm–size face now looked even paler.“Did Giancarlo bring a woman next door to see the doctor? The woman is called Yoselin, right?”

The nurse pursed her lips tightly and did not speak. Her response was self–evident.

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 theend, 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 awife, yet they never care. On the contrary, Yoselin, the woman beside Giancarlo, attracts their attentionmore.

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.

“Sure enough, you’re here,” Yoselin sneered. “Isn’t four years enough for you to wake up? You have towait till your whole family is ruined. Only then will you give up. Right?”

“You have come to me repeatedly just to be the hostess of the Tapia family, haven’t you? But if I don’tagree to divorce him, what are you?” Jazmine asked calmly. Yet she clutched her drooping handstightly, which gave her away.

She couldn’t help but look at Yoselin’s leg. It could hardly be called a leg injury. Instead, it was just a cutwith a few band–aids.

However, it could still make Giancarlo panic.

It seemed that Jazmine’s words hit Yoselin’s sore spot. Yoselin’s expression became even moreferocious. She raised her phone and said coldly, “You think it’ll be OK, simply because you don’t agree?See for yourself. After today, the Gardner Group will be merged and go bankrupt.

“And…” Yoselin came forward. Every word of hers was extremely vicious. “Do you know why he is insuch a hurry to take over the Gardner Group all of a sudden? It’s because… you are not sensible andrefuse to divorce.”

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 wasn’t satisfied. She lowered her head and said viciously, “He told me that if not for the fact thatyou were useful, it

would sicken him to have sex with you.”

Thwack!

A crisp sound rang out.

Jazmine’s raised hand fell so hard and decisively that even her palm trembled.

“You hit me?” Yoselin startled for a moment, her face becoming distorted. “If you don’t believe me, goahead and ask him. He married you to destroy your family and pave the way for me righteously!”

“Shut up!” Jazmine gritted her teeth and shouted angrily. She raised her head slightly to force back hertears. Even though she was in a sorry state, she still kept her chin high. “Who do you think you are?”

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 twistedexpression on her face vanished. Yoselin covered her face and took a few steps back. She hit the tablehard 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 theglass debris, and she was crying delicately while covering her face with her hands. “Don’t hit me.Please! I’m begging you, Ms. Gardner, don’t hit me.”

Such a change made Jazmine have a bad feeling. Before she took back her raised hand, she heard astern voice at the door. He said, “What are you doing?”

Giancarlo strode in with a cold expression on his handsome face. He grabbed Jazmine’s arm andshouted angrily, “Jazmine, you’re crazy!”

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 theglass and bleeding.

“Giancarlo.” She held back her tears, looked up at the man in front of her, and gritted her teeth. “Itwasn’t me.”

“It wasn’t you?” Giancarlo picked Yoselin up from the ground in distress and looked at Jazmine fromabove, his eyes unmasked with anger and disgust. “What else? Don’t tell me it was Jazmine who puton a show.

“Jazmine,” he said in an utterly cold voice. “I’m surprised. You just can’t stand her being here, can you?If I hadn’t come in time today, would you have just killed her?

“I didn’t expect you to be so vicious.” A thick disgust and hatred flashed through Giancarlo’s eyes. Thenhe continued coldly, “If so, then…”

After a pause, his upcoming words were even colder and harsher.

“We shall divorce.”