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.”

struggled to shrug off

his energy to

to deepen the cut on his

kill my child…”

to let go, she released her grip on the knife and took the phone from the bedside table. She stumbled out of

blood when Jessica pulled the knife out of his chest. His entire body was covered

the house was

barefoot. She opened

foot of the steps. Her mind had gone blank, unsure of what

gust of cold wind blew past, causing her to

looked at her bloodstained hands and was reminded of what had happened. Her mind was also filled with the image of Wyatt lying

for Jacob in the contacts list before dialing

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

as she stuttered, unable to form

Jacob immediately sobered up when he heard her voice. He quickly asked, “Why do you have Wyatt’s phone? What

Jessica was silent.

up. What’s

Jessica stuttered,

did you

silent once

few moments of silence, Jacob panicked and yelled,

“There’s

yourself together! Tell me where you are

She stared at

to

the specific location of the villa. He stopped at the entrance and quickly got out of the car to find Jessica sitting

“Jessica!”

that he had arrived. Fear was evident in

about her as he rushed into the house and up the

the bedroom immediately. He rushed in and smelled the pungent

felt like

What was that woman outside the house thinking when

tried

then called 911, reported the address, and urged them

was done, he took his phone and rushed downstairs. He accidentally bumped into a housekeeper who had woken up due

saw Jacob and

come quickly!” Jacob warned the housekeeper, “No matter what you see,

then went out of the house. Luckily, Jessica

hurriedly asked, “Why did you do that to Wyatt? What

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

you out of your mind? Why would Wyatt do anything to your relatives? He may be a little evil, but