After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 195: He Wanted to Kill Her

Gavin Sinclair’s knuckles turned white as he gripped his phone.

His joints were practically misshapen from the force.

On the phone screen, the headlines of Scarlett Jewel’s scandal stabbed at his eyes like daggers.

The accompanying photos of her with several different men abroad were like sharp blades, making his eyes ache with a searing pain.

He thought he must be mistaken, examining them again and again, trying to determine if they were photoshopped.

But the small black mole on her chest made him certain they weren’t fake.

If she hadn’t been intimate with other men, no one else could possibly know about the mole on her chest.

In the scandalous photos, her seductive, coquettish poses were like a volley of poisoned needles, making his temples throb violently.

The air conditioning in the bedroom was cool.

But he felt as if his blood was boiling.

The veins on the back of his neck bulged, as if about to burst through his skin.

"Scarlett... Jewel."

He squeezed the two words through his clenched teeth.

His voice was as rough as sandpaper.

A violent fire churned in his eyes, threatening to set the very air ablaze.

He slammed the glass from the table onto the floor.

The sharp crack of shattering glass and his own ragged breaths filled the dead-silent room.

He tore furiously at his tie, the tightness at his collar making him even more agitated.

The thought of how she had deceived him, played him for a fool, made an unquenchable rage surge through his chest.

It was impossible to extinguish.

His chest heaved violently with fury.

He was like an enraged lion.

Every breath he exhaled seemed to burn.

He was on the verge of a complete frenzy.

During the two years Scarlett was gone, he thought she had gone abroad to heal her wounds.

After all, his grandmother had never approved of her joining the Sinclair Family.

She had saved his life in a car accident, yet his family would not accept her.

So she had gone into hiding abroad, heartbroken and alone, to lick her wounds.

This had filled him with endless guilt and a profound ache for her.

But only today did he realize her so-called ’healing’ was nothing but a poisoned lie.

She claimed her two years abroad were bitter and miserable, that every day felt like a year.

But what was the truth?

’A bitter life?’

Yet she’d had one man after another by her side.

’A miserable life?’

Yet the smile on her face as she snuggled in those men’s arms was so dazzlingly bright it stung his eyes.

She stood before him, spouting lies, crying poor, and playing the victim.

She had perfectly crafted the image of a tragic, innocent maiden.

So everything she had ever told him was a lie, designed to make a fool of him, to treat him like a performing monkey.

’Despicable...’

’That woman is absolutely despicable.’

His eyes bloodshot, Gavin Sinclair slammed his fist hard against the wall.

Looking again at the online comments about her...

He wanted to tear her to shreds.

"OMG, these pics are totally NSFW. Talk about explicit."

"Seriously, these pictures are just painful to look at."

"I thought she and Sinclair were for real. Turns out he was just her backup plan?"

"She’s a total gold digger. Couldn’t find a rich guy abroad, so she settled for Sinclair to take her in. She really gets around."

"This is just straight-up promiscuity, isn’t it? More than ten photos, and every single one is with a different guy. I’m gonna be sick."

"I wonder what Sinclair will think when he sees these. He ditches his beautiful, dutiful wife who slaved away for him, only to cheat on her with a promiscuous tramp. The guy’s a real piece of work."

"Oh, stop. Maybe Sinclair just likes the ’battle-hardened’ type. All that experience means she can serve him better, you know? What do you know about it?"

"By that logic, Sinclair might as well marry a hooker. Wouldn’t she be even more experienced?"

"From the looks of her promiscuity, Scarlett Jewel might’ve actually been working as a hooker abroad."

"Damn, what a ’treasure’ Sinclair picked up, huh?"

"I heard she’s pregnant. God knows who the father is. Don’t tell me Sinclair is about to become a cuckold?"

"..."

Reading these piercing, sarcastic comments online...

Gavin Sinclair felt his face burn with humiliation.

He suddenly grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it to smithereens.

His bloodshot eyes flashed with a vicious light as he stared intently at the shattered pieces of glass on the floor.

The shards, glinting coldly, seemed to reflect his own shattered dignity.

He viciously kicked the leg of the bed.

The heavy wooden bed frame shuddered from the force, letting out a dull THUD.

No longer able to control his inner fury, he hurled his phone against the wall, smashing it to smithereens.

Then, he grabbed his car keys and stormed out.

He slammed the inexpensive, solid wood door behind him with a thunderous BANG.

Once in the garage, he drove straight to the arena where the fashion competition was being held.

A drive that should have taken over half an hour, he completed in just twenty minutes.

The area outside the arena was deserted.

But inside, the venue was packed.

The audience had already gone inside, leaving just a single security guard at the entrance.

Gavin Sinclair tossed a wad of cash at him and entered the venue without obstruction.

The audience was still buzzing, excitedly discussing Scarlett Jewel’s recent antics.

Many in the audience were so engrossed in the live drama they hadn’t even had a chance to go online yet.

So they had no idea that Scarlett Jewel had just broken the internet again.

And at that moment on stage, Scarlett Jewel was still arguing with Joel Jennings.

The competition had been paused for over half an hour due to the plagiarism incident.

With such an unforeseen incident, the event had ground to a halt.

"Where’s Scarlett Jewel?" Gavin Sinclair grabbed a random audience member and demanded.

Startled by his sinister glare, the man’s heart skipped a beat before he answered uncertainly.

"It seems the organizers want to kick her out of the competition, but she’s refusing. I heard she’s making a scene with the organizers backstage right now."

’After causing such a humiliating public scandal, she still has the nerve to go argue with the organizers?’

Gavin Sinclair was, once again, stunned by her audacity.

Without a second’s delay, radiating a frigid aura of pure rage, he stormed toward the backstage area.

Event staff were trying to reason with Scarlett Jewel.

Seeing a stranger radiating murderous intent barge in, they feared he was some kind of sociopathic maniac.

They immediately called for security, and several guards worked together to block his path.

Gavin Sinclair’s eyes, blazing with fury, were locked on Scarlett Jewel.

"Get out of my way," he snarled at the guards.

"Sir, this is a restricted area. Only staff and contestants are allowed."

"I said, get out of my way." With that, Gavin Sinclair lunged like an enraged beast, swinging a fist at the guard’s face.

Scarlett Jewel heard the commotion and turned to see Gavin Sinclair.

’He’s here to back me up?’ she thought, a flash of delight crossing her face.

But his expression... it was terrifying. She had never seen him look so terrifying before.

He looked as if he had lost all reason, like a beast in a blind rage.

An involuntary shiver ran down her spine, and a strange chill crept into her heart.