My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him
Chapter 157: Chloe Simpson, Who Really Drove Who to Death

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Chloe Simpson, Who Really Drove Who to Death

Alexander Johnson smiled as he spoke, his eyes gleaming with a chilling coldness.

At the same time, his hands continued to roam across Chloe Simpson’s body.

He wasn’t doing anything overtly aggressive, nor did he press further to seduce her.

He was merely touching her lightly, almost imperceptibly, starting from her arm and moving downward, to her side, her hip, her buttocks, her thighs...

The most potent weapon, however, was his words.

As for Chloe, her blood surged, her chest heaving intensely, and her mind—unwillingly—wandered with Alexander’s words, picturing Lucas Hughes now standing right there on the road outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

At that moment, even the heavens seemed to conspire with him. Out of nowhere, the rain just stopped.

Now, Chloe could clearly see the road, every detail under the glow of the streetlights laid bare, even the shadows splattered on the pavement.

"No! Alexander Johnson, let me go! You can’t do this!"

Chloe suddenly became frantic.

"Why can’t I do this? Chloe, I absolutely will. I’m calling Lucas Hughes right now. Tell me, what would Lucas think when he arrives in a bit and sees you like this, pinned against the window by me?"

"What would his reaction be, especially since he doesn’t know the man behind you is me? He’s already convinced that your affair ruined the night of your wedding, tangled up with me ever since."

"Tonight, when he sees you quivering here at the window, lost between ecstasy and despair... Won’t he assume you’ve thrown yourself into someone else’s arms again? That you’re just that desperate, incapable of living a single day without a man?"

"Honestly, I can’t wait to see his face when he walks in. When he sees you being utterly ravished by me against this window, what expression will he wear then?"

Alexander could sense the sharp rise in Chloe’s emotions, her increasingly intense resistance, but it only made him feel worse inside.

Even now, this woman cared so deeply for that useless bastard Lucas Hughes.

Just mentioning his name sent her spiraling out of control.

Even during an intimate moment, her reaction was so extreme!

Good! Wonderful!

Alexander clenched his fists instinctively, the cracking of his knuckles echoing sharply.

Then, he unclenched them and reached for Chloe’s phone instead.

At this moment, with the intense intoxication of alcohol clouding his thoughts, Alexander seemed singularly driven to provoke Chloe mercilessly, to take his revenge.

When Chloe saw Alexander’s actions, she completely panicked. She looked up at her tied hands and began to struggle.

While begging, she pleaded, "Alexander Johnson, please don’t! I’m begging you! Don’t send Lucas a message!"

The mere mention of Lucas’s name fueled Alexander’s determination even further.

"Chloe, I will contact Lucas Hughes, no matter what!"

He grabbed Chloe’s phone and pressed her back against the floor-to-ceiling window once again.

"Alexander Johnson! Stop it! I’m begging you! Ahh! Why? Why must you do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"Yes, I wronged you on my wedding night, but you enjoyed it too! You’ve cornered me time and time again, leaving me with nowhere to escape. Now, Lucas and I are already on the brink of divorce... What more do you want?"

"You’ve ruined my entire life, left it in shambles, and you still won’t let me go! Do you really want to drive me to my death, Alexander Johnson?"

When Chloe saw Alexander unlocking her phone and opening her WeChat, at that moment, she truly thought she was losing her mind.

"Drive you to your death? Chloe, who is driving who to their death here? Do you even know how long I’ve waited for you? How many years I’ve spent searching for you!"

That one word—death—became the last straw for Alexander, breaking whatever fragile restraint he still had.

With one punch, he struck the window in front of him.

"What?"