They Want Me Back When It's Too Late (Jessica and Brian) novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226

Chapter 226

The door’s slam jolted Madeline back to reality.

“Ah!” She screamed into her hands, reeling from the humiliation. After coming so close, Brian had still managed to recognize she wasn’t Jessica and had given her such a flat–out rejection and warning.

“How could you do this to me, Brian?” Her shriek echoed unanswered. She had sacrificed dignity and played the desperate fool, only to be discarded like

trash.

“No… I won’t lose.” Scrambling up, Madeline lunged for her phone between the pillows. The camera roll revealed everything she had covertly recorded. Her lips curled. “You think I’m not good enough, Brian? Let’s see if your noble Jessi forgives this.”

Madeline had everything planned. She thought, ‘IfI can’t have Brian yet, I’ll ensure Jessica never takes him back. Then I’ll always find another chance

With practiced speed, she edited the video and cherry–picked the screenshots of their near–encounter. Then, she clawed red marks into her neck and snapped a few photos.

“Perfect.” Checking these photos, Madeline was satisfied. She selected some shots and sent them to Jessica.

At Grant Manor, Jessica had just closed an urgent file when her phone buzzed. Picking it up, she saw a photo–a couple locked in a passionate kiss. She recognized the man instantly. It was Brian.

Her grip tightened. A message popped up: [Mr. Atkinson had too much to drink. Don’t blame him, Jessi.]

Madeline instantly recalled it. She hadn’t planned to escalate so soon, but Brian left no choice. Once those photos and videos were out there, she was sure Jessica wouldn’t remain calm.

As for whether Jessica would confront Brian, Madeline bet against it. Pride was Jessica’s armor. She would never lower herself to ask Brian for explanations.

Jessica didn’t realize how much her pride left her vulnerable. Staring at the “message recalled” notification, she frowned. Her fingers pressed hard against the phone as she took several deep breaths before tapping the video.

In the dimly lit suite, Madeline’s arms looped around Brian’s neck. His shirt hung open, revealing onto the bed, Madeline pressing her lips to his as he didn’t pull away. The clip ended right there.

Jessica’s nails dug into her palms, acid churning in her chest. “Well done, Brian.”

She collapsed into her chair, a hollow ache spreading. Yet she kept torturing herself, swiping through the photos.

The first was a selfie of Madeline’s neck, covered in hickeys. It was enough to tell what had happened.

his collarbone. Then, the two tumbled

Jessica, expressionless, scrolled down. The next photo was a selfie of their kiss, then a shot of the rumpled sheets and a discarded white sleeve of Brian’s shirt on the floor.

The evidence screamed one truth–Brian and Madeline had sex.

“What am I?” Jessica whispered. “Nothing. Just an ex–wife with zero claim.”

She shot to her feet, forcing a laugh. She thought, ‘Why care? We’re divorced. He can date whomever he wants. I’m being way too obsessive ab

“Pathetic,” she scoffed at herself. “Acting like a heartbroken fool.”

Jessica laughed bitterly at herself. She thought, ‘Exactly. I shouldn’t care at all. I had braced for this the day we signed the papers.

1/2

Chapter 226

s

Weality matching expectations shouldn’t sing Huling ung modeling me the deal Ballo

wants to plost?

“The joke is en her.” Jessics shout foo lindi, la vec tu pre zang pas handed her an invitation to hit leding with tudu