My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Sanford’s eyes turned cold, and his lips parted slightly.
“Jaelyn, did you really have stomach cancer?”
Jaelyn’s hands paused, a flicker of panic darting across her eyes.
“Yes. Haven’t I shown you my medical records?”
Why was he suddenly asking about her illness?
Had he discovered something?
“Really? Why don’t you then tell me why I found out that you never had stomach cancer?”
Sanford’s tone grew colder as he continued, “Jaelyn, which hospital gave you that diagnosis? Where did you meet that highly
skilled doctor? What effective prescriptions did they provide? Tell me!”
Sanford raised his voice, his words filled with seduction but laced with a sinister undertone.
His handsome face remained charming, yet at that moment, he resembled a ghost from the depths of hell, ready to deliver
judgment.
Jaelyn was in a state of utter despair. She slapped his hand hard and implored, “Sanford, please let me go. I can’t breathe!”
Sanford’s eyes were still cold.
“Jaelyn, you lied to me again. Have I been too forgiving? Have you taken my kindness for granted, thinking you can deceive me
without consequence?”

With a vice-like grip on Jaelyn’s throat, Sanford watched as her complexion turned ashen and her eyes rolled back in their
sockets.
Watching her gasping for breath, Sanford’s lips curled into a cruel smile as he eased his pressure, allowing her a desperate gulp
of air.
Jaelyn’s chest heaved as she looked at Sanford’s handsome but cold face. Tears welled in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks
uncontroLlably.
“Sanford, I admit it. I was wrong. I promise I won’t ever do that again. Please, just let me go.”
Sanford scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt.
“Now you realize you were wrong? It’s a little too late for that. Did you find it amusing to deceive me? Well then, let’s play a little
Longer.”
As he spoke, he tightened his grip again as if toying with a helpless mouse, relishing her futile struggles.
He repeatedly subjected Jaelyn to the harrowing sensation of being on the brink of death.
Jaelyn’s complexion resembled a sheet of paper, her breath growing increasingly weak.
Sanford’s hand bore several bloodstains from Jaelyn’s desperate attempts to free herself.
When he finally allowed her to breathe freely, she summoned every ounce of strength to shout, “It was your mother who forced
me into this! Please, you have to believe me and let me go!”