If I Never Married You

Chapter 3 Divorce Agreement

As Gabriel tried to recover from her shock, she found herself staring blankly at Jasmine.

Jasmaine leaned close to her ear, wearing a sinister smile, “Isabella didn’t jump down from the window. It was me. I pushed her. The men who r***d her were also my people. Like what is going on now in this room.”

Jasmine looked back at the window. Then she suggested, “Why don’t you kill yourself tonight to go to hell with her?”

“You’re out of your mind.” Gabriel was taken aback, moving back in fear, trying to process the shocking revelation. Jasmine had killed her own sister. Now she wanted to make Gabriel suffer a similar fate.

Jasmine taunted, “You’re right. I'm crazy. Isabella is finally gone. If it weren't for you, Caleb would have been mine long ago. But it doesn’t matter. After tonight, do you think he'll still want the woman who was r***d by five men?”

“Aren’t you afraid that I will tell him about this?”

“Give it a try if you can survive. Will he believe in you, or me? I want to know the result too.”

Gabriel snatched her purse from Jasmine and took out her phone. She called Caleb for help.

She waited for a few seconds when she heard Caleb’s voice. It seemed that he was in a bar that played  loud music.

“Who is it?”

It was so good to hear his voice. Gabriel yelled, “Caleb, help me. Jasmine asked five men to r**e me.”

“Gaberiel, I'm warning you. Stop kidding.”

“I didn’t lie. I'm going to die. Help me!”

“To help you? Then who’s going to help Jasmine. This is what you owned her. Even if you die, you deserve it.” He hung up the phone.

Gabriel was so frightened that she called his name loudly.

“Well, are you satisfied?” Jasmine laughed innocently. She stood up and said to those men who were still standing there, “Do you want me to teach how to have s*x with a girl?”

Gabriel was so desperate that she tried her best to push those men away from her. At last, she was forced to the opening window.

The wind blew. Jasmine's cruel smile, the lecherous gazes of the men, and Caleb’s disgust all weighed heavily on her.

It was the fifth floor. She would definitely die if she jumped.

Even it may kill herself, she wanted to die as a clean woman.

“Jasmine, you’ll go to hell. You'll pay for what you’ve done sooner or later.”

As Gabriel Anderson jumped, the pain was excruciating.

When she woke up later, she felt a headache. She saw the white ceiling and smelt the disinfectant that could only belongs to a hospital.

Her body ached, and she felt nauseous.

I can feel the pain. She realized that she’s not dead. I'm still alive.

Where's Jasmine? No. Where's Caleb?  she as desperate to tell him that Isabella was killed by Jasmine.

If she told him the truth, maybe he would not hate her. Maybe he would look at her with love in his eyes.

As her neck was brace, she couldn’t move her head, feeling nauseous. Yet she noticed a figure beside the bed.

Caleb glanced at her. The injuries on her body triggered an inexplicable sense of irritability within him. She had mild concussion, fracture in her left hand and right calf, and a soft tissue contusion. After two seconds of silence, he asked coldly, “Are you awake?”

She didn’t know why. But when she heard him caring about her, she sobbed uncontrollably.

The words had been on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t utter anything.

She felt worthless, forgotten that he hated her and wished her gone. What would he care about her?

Caleb showed her the divorce agreement, which was not to her surprise. “I've asked the lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. The doctor said that you can move your hands. So sign it.”