THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY. Chapter 2

At that mont The girl’s voice trembled as she whispered, "Cora..."

Then Cora’s eyes narrowed. She knew that voice.

Emily, Jas’ secretary.

The sa woman who always smiled politely at her in public, acting loyal and harmless. The sa woman who handled all of Jas’ calls, his schedules—and now, apparently, his body too.

Imdiately Jas scrambled, grabbing his trousers and yanking them up. His hands fumbled with the zipper as his face twisted with irritation rather than guilt.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he barked. "Didn’t you say you had an appointnt with your therapist today?"

Upon hearing what Jas just saud, Cora’s fingers curled tightly around the armrest of her wheelchair. Her face darkened—slowly, coldly—until even the dim light in the room seed to shy away from her presence.

She raised her head and stared directly at him.

"So now I need permission to walk into my own bedroom?" Her voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that ca just before a storm.

She tilted her head, her eyes never leaving his.

"I don’t even get the right to demand an explanation for what I’m seeing? In my bed? In our house?"

At that mont Jas opened his mouth, but the weight of her words silenced him.

"How dare you, Jas?" she said, her voice cracking at the edge but still sharp as glass. "How dare you cheat on under the sa roof where I’ve sacrificed everything for you?"

Emily, flustered and flushed, quickly reached for her dress, trying to slip into it with trembling hands. She made a move toward the door, desperate to flee the boiling tension.

But before she could even more two step Jas grabbed her wrist. "Wait," he muttered.

That single motion—his hand on Emily’s arm—made Cora’s expression twist further. The pain was gone. What remained now was sothing else.

Emily turned to Jas, her voice low and shaky, pretending to be ashad. "What the hell are you doing?" she whispered.

But her eyes—those sly, glittering eyes—told the truth. She wasn’t ashad. She was enjoying every second of it.

Jas tightened his grip on Emily’s hand. His voice was low, but every word hit Cora like a slap.

"I’m tired of hiding it," he muttered, not even looking ashad.

He turned fully to Emily, brushing her hair behind her ear, completely ignoring the woman whose life had been wrecked just monts ago.

"Emily... the truth is, I’ve been seeing you for a year now," he said softly.

At that mont Cora blinked. Once. Twice.

Jas turned to face her, arms crossed like he was delivering so final statent in a business eting. "I tried, Cora. I really did. But your... condition—" he gestured vaguely at her wheelchair "—it was too much. I’m a man. A normal man. I have needs. I couldn’t keep suppressing them."

Hearing Jas words Cora’s mouth opened slightly, but no words ca out.

"I an, co on," Jas continued with a shrug. "Look at the success I’ve achieved in the past two years. You think won haven’t been throwing themselves at ? I turned down every one of them. I was disciplined. I stayed loyal... for as long as I could."

He said it like he deserved a dal.

"But I’m human," he added, like that sohow justified it all. "And you wouldn’t understand what fa does to people, Cora. So I’m not even going to explain."

He paused, studying her face as if expecting her to break down or beg.

Instead, Cora sat still. Silent. Her face unreadable.

"I did marry you for love," he said, voice softening like he was doing her a favor. "But things change."

Then, with a deep breath, he said the final words that made Emily’s lips twitch with a small, victorious smile.

"I’ve been thinking about how to make it up to you. So here’s my decision—I’ll pay you off. For everything. One million dollars. That’s what I’ve decided."

Jas scoffed, shaking his head like he was talking to soone beneath him.

"And don’t even think about filing for divorce," he snapped, tone sharp and dripping with arrogance. "You won’t get a penny, Not a single dollar, if you try to so."

He took a step closer, folding his arms with confidence, as if he had already won. "I’ll make sure of it. I have lawyers—powerful ones. You try anything smart, I’ll bury you in court."

His words echoed in the silence, heavy and heartless.

"So be wise, Cora," he said slowly. "Take the one million and disappear. That’s the best you’ll get. I’m offering you rcy. Don’t push ."

He glanced at Emily beside him, who stood with her arms around herself, pretending to look unsure—though her eyes sparkled with satisfaction.

Jas nodded, finalizing his cruel offer like a man closing a deal.

But just as the room fell quiet again—

Cora suddenly burst out laughing.