Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death

Jeremiah's words had barely left his lips when the door suddenly swung open, revealing Xavier standing in the doorway. "What am I keeping from my wife, exactly?" he asked. He had rushed back as soon as he heard Jeremiah was there.

Jeremiah turned to see Xavier, a brief flash of coldness passing through his eyes. "Xac, you're back. I was just asking Yvette how you manage to work without being able to see." Xavier's brow furrowed slightly. "If you have something to discuss, let's take it outside."

Jeremiah finally stood up, giving Yvette a lingering glance before following Xavier out.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Snow was falling in the courtyard. The sight of the two identical men standing together was striking.

"What do you want?" Xavier demanded.

With Yvette out of earshot, Jeremiah no longer felt the need to keep up appearances. His voice was calm but edged with malice. "I've already told you I want what's rightfully mine." "Xav," Jeremiah continued, "all our lives, you've always had the best of everything. Now, you even want to take Yvvy from me. Do you think that's fair?"

Xavier let out a short, mocking laugh. "Don't blame others for your own failures. Have you ever considered what you've done to deserve this?"

Jeremiah knew Xavier was referring to the time he impersonated him.

He didn't hold back. "And now that you're blind, it's just karma catching up to you."

Tension crackled between them, the atmosphere thick with hostility.

At that moment, Jeremiah's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Zoey. Begrudgingly, he stepped away to answer it.

When he was seated in his car, he returned the call. "What do you want?"

"Jerry, where are you? I came to the office, but you weren't there." Zoey's voice was uncharacteristically hesitant.

She sat on the couch in Jeremiah's office, her usual haughty demeanor replaced with a vulnerable one. While she was wrapped up tightly, her eyes showed a hint of timidity.

Jackie, who was standing aside, couldn't help but notice the drastic change in Zoey's behavior. It was as if she had become a completely different person.

"Is there something you need?" Jeremiah asked in return, ignoring her question.

"I..." Zoey faltered, unable to find the words. Afraid of Jeremiah's rejection and feeling increasingly insecure, she had come seeking comfort.

"Don't call me if there's nothing

important." Jeremiah hung up the phone and irritably signaled the driver to pull away. He had already accomplished his goal for the day.

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After all, Xavier was the one who wanted to pretend to be struggling financially.

Back at Titan Corporation, Zoey glared at her phone, her face flushed with anger. She turned her frustrated gaze toward Jackie. "Where did Jerry go?"

"I don't know," Jackie responded, keeping her tone professional. It was true-since returning to the country, Jeremiah had kept all his cards

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her.

"I'm Jerry's fiancée! Do you think I can't have him fire you?"

Jackie pressed her lips together, choosing not to respond.

Seeing this, Zoey grabbed her purse and hurled it at Jackie before storming out, her heels clicking furiously against the floor.

She hadn't gone far when a figure stepped in her path.

"Zoey." Terrence greeted her with his hands casually tucked into his pockets. He then added smugly, "I know where Mr. Lane went." Zoey's eyes narrowed. "Where?"

"Sangine County, where Yvette lives," Terrence replied. He'd had someone keep an eye on Jeremiah.

"That witch! She had the nerve to say she wasn't seducing Jerry!" Zoey shrieked, clenching her fists.

Terrence enjoyed the thought of Yvette and Zoey tearing each other apart. After all, Yvette had spurned him, and now he was keen to see her struggle. Zoey reached into her purse and handed Terrence a card. "Here's your payment. Keep an eye on Jerry and that witch for me."

"Don't worry, Zoey." Terrence assured her.

"And if you do a good job," Zoey continued, her voice dripping with false promise, "I'll talk to Dad about helping you start your own company." Terrence had been strung along with promises like this for the past five years.