Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 549

Jessica vaguely saw the photo on the wall through the reflective surface of the knife.

She looked up and noticed a giant wedding photo hung on the wall.

In the photo, she sat on a chair and wore a beautiful wedding gown adorned with diamonds and crystals. The man was down on one knee, carefully helping her to wear her shoes.

A wedding photo?

Jessica thought of when he brought her out a few days ago and made her sign documents, pick a ring, and buy some clothes.

No wonder when I went out with Wyatt, people around me were talking about not being able to get married on a working day. He brought me to get married. He took advantage of the fact that I couldn’t see to coax me into signing a marriage certificate!

Jessica looked at the sleeping man beside her as her hands started shaking.

The torture and humiliation, as well as the words Wyatt told the housekeepers and Jacob, played through her hand repeatedly. Hatred and disappointment filled her heart.

She raised the knife above her head and stabbed it through his chest.

The moment the knife pierced through his skin, the sharp pain woke Wyatt up as he felt breathless. He opened his eyes to look at Jessica, whose face was stained with splatters of blood and eyes filled with hate.

He looked down at the knife in his chest. Jessica’s grip was tight on the knife as she trembled.

“You…” Wyatt glared at her. The pain coursing through his chest could not be compared to the disbelief flashing through his eyes. “You can see? Why…”

Why did you stab me?

Jessica returned to her senses when she smelled the metallic scent of blood.

She watched as Wyatt’s face slowly turned pale, his eyes wide and glaring at her.

Her hand on the knife was stained by the blood flowing from his chest.

“Did I kill you?” she muttered to herself as she suddenly pulled the knife from his chest.

She turned the knife toward herself and was about to stab her chest. “I-I’ll pay you back with my life…”

However, she was stopped before the knife could pierce her skin.

Wyatt had grabbed the sharp end of the knife. He did not care that his palm was sliced open, nor did he care that blood was flowing from his arm and onto his shirt.

He gripped the knife tightly and did not allow Jessica to end her life.

“Please…” His eyes were red as he stared at her and begged, “Please don’t kill my child again.”

shrug off Wyatt’s grip on

his energy to

knife further to deepen the cut on his hand and that more blood flowed out. He was determined not

kill my

her grip on the knife and took the phone from the bedside table. She stumbled out of the room without sparing him a

Jessica pulled the knife out of his chest. His entire body

the house was silent as

She opened the door

steps. Her mind had gone blank, unsure of what

gust of cold wind blew past,

and was reminded of what had happened. Her mind was also filled with the image of Wyatt lying in a puddle of his

unlocked the phone with shaky hands and looked for Jacob in the contacts list before

the call and scolded, “Wyatt, are you f*cking crazy? Why the f*ck are you calling me in the middle of the

as she stuttered, unable to form a complete

he heard her voice. He quickly asked, “Why do you have

Jessica was silent.

up. What’s

Jessica stuttered, “I killed

did

was silent once

panicked

“There’s a lot

panicked as he yelled at her, “Jessica, get yourself together! Tell me where

replied to Jacob. She stared at the blood

drove to

stopped at the entrance and quickly got out of the car to

“Jessica!”

arrived. Fear was evident in her eyes. “I-I

less about her as he rushed

of the bedroom immediately. He rushed in and smelled the pungent stench of blood in the air. The whole bed was stained with blood, and Wyatt was

felt

woman outside the house thinking when she killed

grabbed a towel and tried to stop Wyatt’s bleeding

called 911, reported the address, and urged them

rushed downstairs. He accidentally

housekeeper was shocked when she saw Jacob and

warned the housekeeper, “No matter what you see,

Jessica was still sitting at the

did you do that

killed Uncle Oliver and Aunt Danielle…” Jessica stared at her bloody hands. Her lips were trembling uncontrollably as she said, “I-Is he

anything to your relatives?