Crises in Love novel Chapter 286

Jaylan pleaded with me, his eyes full of desperation. "But, babe, if you really call the cops, I'm done for! Our family will crumble, our kids will become the talk of the town, and our business will be under someone else's control! My brother has been waiting for this to happen and I can't just hand over our business to him. Honey, I made a huge mistake, I messed up big time!"

I suddenly raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.

"You should have thought about the consequences! I trusted you, supported you, and even praised you to others, giving you opportunities to rise to prominence. And what did you do? Not only did you cheat on me, but you also drugged me with the help of a nanny!"

"Honey, that drug was provided by Jerome, he...he said it was just a kind of sedative that would help you to rest..."

I gave him another slap, "What a great husband you are, you just listen to anyone, even when they are harming your wife, right? What about all those promises of love? You pursued me relentlessly, always coming up with new ways to win me over, was it all just for my business? Uh...how foolish I've been, blinded by love, believing your lies!"

"Honey, that's not fair! I really do love you. From the first time you came into the salon and I did your hair, I fell for you. I..."

"Shut up!" I kicked him, "Tell me, why did Jerome want you to drug me?"

"I...I didn't think too much about it at the time. After all, he's my older brother and seemed to be genuinely caring about me, saying the drug was soothing, but not to use too much, just a drop each time, saying health issues can be healed with rest. So I let her..."

He pointed at Zora, "I told her to add just one drop each time she made your tea, to help you rest and recover!"

"I ended up being a walking corpse in her eyes!" I laughed in anger.

He sure could talk his way out of anything, treating me like a fool! Now he was pushing the blame onto Jerome, like a weasel!

So, he's claiming he's an innocent victim, with no responsibility at all. But I didn't have the energy to spar with him verbally. I decided to let him talk his silver-tongued way out of it, this time.