CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 58: OTHER THAN SLEEPING WITH MEN LIKE A LOSER, WHAT ELSE CAN YOU DO?

Fresh air rushed into the car.

As Chase Miller said, Juliana Jacobs instantly sobered up.

Her strength returned, and she immediately pushed him away.

Chase Miller awkwardly adjusted his clothes, "Miss Jacobs, we shouldn’t be here, it’s easy to get caught."

Juliana looked at him, her gaze finally settling on a state of nearly bitter clarity.

"You make me sick."

Chase Miller felt guilty and didn’t dare look at her.

Evan Grant chuckled, opening the car’s back door, pulling Juliana out.

"Mrs. Grant truly hates me so much, not only exposing me in front of everyone but also putting a green hat on me?"

Juliana’s wrist was pinched painfully by him.

She pried at his fingers and said, "Mutual cheating is the equal way of married life. Is President Grant so agitated because he fears people will know I’d rather sleep with a young doctor than touch you again?"

Evan squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the sharp-tongued woman in front of him.

In four years of marriage, where did the Juliana who was so meek like a rabbit go?

"So, you’re not afraid of dying."

After speaking, he threw her forcefully.

Juliana stumbled and was seized by his bodyguard.

Evan Grant coldly ordered, "Take her away!"

"Let me go! Help..." Juliana shouted.

After four years together, she knew Evan’s true nature of being a gentleman in public but a demon in private.

Being taken away by him this time would surely spell disaster.

Her cries would draw the attention of passersby.

The bodyguard looked at Evan Grant.

Evan gave a signal, and the bodyguard knocked Juliana out with a chop.

The man turned around to look at Chase Miller in the car.

Chase swallowed hard, "I have videos. If you do anything against me, I’ll release embarrassing footage of your wife so you can’t show your face."

Evan raised an eyebrow, "Threatening me?"

"I... I have a lot. The last time we were caught by... Miss Windsor, was the first time. We hooked up many more times after that."

Chase was so nervous his fingertips turned white.

Evan was silent for two seconds, but his face revealed no emotions.

"Then take care of those videos because if they get out, you and those who taught you to do this will die."

Chase’s face immediately lost all color...

When Juliana woke up, the car had just driven into a private villa.

In their four years of marriage, she never knew Evan had such a property.

This villa is extremely secluded. If he wants to make her disappear here, not even a corpse would be found.

Evan said nothing, roughly pulling Juliana into the study, flinging her onto the hardwood floor.

His eyes were bloodshot, gripping her chin.

"Planning to divorce me by any means, yet all you do is sleep with men like a loser?"

Juliana endured his humiliation, her eyes turning cold.

"If you let go, it won’t matter to you who I sleep with."

Evan’s fierce gaze swept over her face and suddenly he laughed.

"I like your current temper even more, what to do?"

"Evan," Juliana couldn’t stand his torment any longer, "even if I die, I want to divorce you. Get it over with."

"Why rush?"

Evan pushed her to the ground, stood up, walked slowly to the desk, and threw a document in front of her.

"Sign it, and we will divorce gracefully in three years."

Three more years?

Juliana picked up the document only to see it was titled "Joint Statement by Mr. and Mrs. Grant."

The main points were:

1. Denying the "incest" rumors, claiming the photos were AI-generated, calling it a farce between sisters-in-law.

2. Emphasizing the stability of the Grant couple’s relationship, asserting the so-called "extramarital affair" was just the husband favoring his stepsister while Mrs. Grant fabricated lies out of jealousy.

3. Announcing they will attend a charity gala together, dispelling divorce rumors.

Juliana laughed and stood up.

"President Grant wants me to act along, and for a full three years?"

Evan haughtily said, "It’s not acting, it’s making amends. The bomb you threw in public, now you have to defuse it yourself."

Juliana smiled and tore up the statement, just like she tore up their divorce agreement back then.

"Sorry, from now on, I will no longer be your shield or your cover."

Amidst the scattered pieces of paper, the man grabbed her collar, slamming her against the wall, his breath hot and dangerous.

"Do you think you’re my plaything?"

Juliana rejected his proximity, turning her face away.

"What am I, hasn’t President Grant made it clear enough?"

Evan’s fury turned into a smile, "Then let me show you what a true plaything should be."

Without another word, he tore at her collar, his actions rough.

Juliana’s intense resistance, struggling and kicking.

During their tussle, her uncooperating body suddenly shut down.

Evan instinctively tightened his grip and held her close...

When she awoke again, she had been moved to a bedroom.

Her forehead was bandaged.

Clearly, someone had treated her wounds while she was unconscious.

Seeing herself in pajamas made her panic.

That’s when Evan entered, looking somewhat weary.

As he sat on the bedside, Juliana jumped out from the other side of the bed.

"What did you do to me?" she asked.

Evan rubbed his forehead and coldly said, "We are husband and wife; whatever I do to you is only natural, isn’t it?"

Juliana felt utterly disgusted.

"Did you use protection?"

Evan frowned, "We’ve been trying for a baby; you should be happy if you’re pregnant."

Juliana was so angry she could explode, "I won’t have a child with you. Even if I am pregnant, I’ll get rid of it."

"Juliana, do you know your current situation?"

Evan’s veins were popping on his forehead, but Juliana didn’t care.

"I don’t know, but I do know I’m filthy now. I want to see contraceptives ready when I come out after my shower!"

With that, she slammed the bathroom door.

Evan gave up on resting in the bedroom and stormed out.

When Juliana came out of the shower, she didn’t find any contraceptives in the room.

She was confined to the bedroom, losing her freedom.

At meal time, an apparently honest-looking middle-aged woman brought her food.

"Where’s the medicine?" Juliana asked.

"Ma’am, are you not feeling well?"

The middle-aged woman clearly wasn’t aware of what happened.

Juliana overturned the table, "Get out, tell Evan to bring the medicine himself!"

Scared by her actions, the woman ran out trembling.

But instead of Evan, two bodyguards came in to clean the room.

And so Juliana began fasting, neither eating nor drinking, just sitting by the window, looking at the artificial landscape surrounded by high walls like a soulless porcelain doll.

The silent standoff lasted three days until Evan couldn’t take it anymore, personally bringing her porridge, ordering her to eat.

Juliana’s indifference infuriated him, and he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"You really don’t want to bear my child?"

"Which man are you staying chaste for?"

Under his provocation, Juliana’s lips curled into a faint, icy smile, finally speaking up, "You’re pathetic."

Those four airy words hurt more than any curse.

Evan released her chin, saying indifferently, "I didn’t touch you, you don’t need to take medicine."

Juliana’s eyes flashed with surprise.

But Evan’s next words plunged her back into an icy abyss.

"Sign the statement, stay married to me for three more years, and I’ll let you go. Otherwise, continue your hunger strike. I already told you, the worst outcome I can accept is being widowed."

So, she only had two options, to die or meet his demands.

Juliana never endured hopeless situations.

She needed to save herself!