Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 886

Jackson thought she was joking at first, but there was nothing playful in her voice.

He'd come just to watch the drama, but now his expression hardened. "What are you trying to say?"

Clara's voice was cool and steady. "Don't you get it, Jackson? I'm going to file for divorce today. Thanks for coming all this way to remind me."

People really do laugh when they're angry.

Jackson let out a sharp, humorless laugh, his whole presence suddenly intense. "Clara, you've been acting like you're head over heels for Dylan lately. He's fallen harder and harder for you, changed his whole life for you. And now, right when he can't walk away, you want a divorce? Are you messing with him?"

Honestly, if Dylan hadn't always protected her, given Clara's history with the Dawson family, Jackson would've made sure she left the city long ago. She never would've lasted this long in the Capital.

Even Kaitlyn looked shocked. The rumors about Clara and Dylan had been swirling around town for ages.

They'd gotten married when everyone thought it was a terrible idea.

Now, just when people were finally starting to believe they might actually make it, they were splitting up?

Clara stood up slowly and turned to Kaitlyn. "Let's just divide things the way we talked about. If you need more money for anything, just let me know."

wide-eyed, and watched

fuming, ready to go after her,

in his

entrance right then, but she didn't even

stop her, but when she ignored

the whole thing

after Clara, "Clara! Can't you see he's

you even care about Dylan

stopped in her tracks and

stared at her,

"I really don't care about Dylan anymore. And since Mr. Dylan is here maybe we should talk about the divorce Thanks for sticking with me this long, but it's time

at his side, then slowly

is open today. can go with you to Palm Bay, grab our marriage certificate, and- we can make the divorce official. What do

s

cough, a little

see he

and again, his

stared at Clara in disbelief. "How can

She just repeated herself, "Mr. Dylan, are you willing