Robert hated having anyone in his library, yet now he did this here?
“Oh, help me throw that away. I forgot to,” Jasmine said from the door.
CHAPTER 4
“What are you doing in my library? You know I hate people in it.”
Robert’s voice came low and sharp as he walked in behind Jasmine, his presence filling the room like a storm.
I froze, still holding the condom between my fingers, then quickly dropped it and lifted the box I had grabbed the one with the documents.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice quiet. “I just wanted to grab some personal things.”
Robert scoffed and stepped forward, snatching the box from my hands. His eyes swept over it with disgust.
“Personal things?” he sneered. “You have personal things?”
He laughed, but there was no humor in it. Just ice.
“Everything you have is mine. My money paid for it. You don’t deserve to own anything, not even a pen. You should throw it all away.”
He started rifling through the box, careless, like the contents meant nothing.
“That’s our marriage certificate, Robert,” I said softly, watching him.
He barely glanced at it before shoving the box toward the corner of the table. Papers slipped out and scattered to the floor.
“I don’t care what it is,” he snapped. “None of it matters to me.”
I bent down slowly, gathering the scattered papers and placing them back into the box. My hands trembled, but I held on tightly, refusing to let anything else slip from my grasp. Without saying a word, I turned and walked toward the guest room.
Behind me, Jasmine suddenly let out a sharp cry.
“Ouch... I’m in pain... all over my waist,” she whined dramatically.
In an instant, Robert rushed to her side and scooped her up like she was made of glass. He carried her into the main bedroom without a second glance at me.
I was bent over in the guest room, picking up a few of my things I hadn’t realized were still there. My framed photo and a couple of old certificates were lying close to the edge of the table, almost smashed to the ground. I reached out quickly to gather them before anything else could break.
The door burst open behind me, slamming against the wall.
“Jasmine has requested that you make her something to eat. She said it would help with the pain,” Robert said coldly.
I turned, startled. “Me?” My voice came out before I could stop it.
“There are housekeepers all over this place—”