When Love Breaks (Josephine)

No, Zayn had been gentle to her on that night.

He might have been domineering, sharp, controlling, and confident-but when it came to her, he was always gentle.

That was exactly why she had fallen for him.noveldrama

She had thought she had finally found someone who truly admired and loved her.

But now, the man standing before her felt like a stranger.

How could someone who had schemed against her, used her, and hurt her possibly love her?

At 23, she felt it was time to wake up from the fairytale illusions of love. From now on, she had to learn to face this cruel reality alone.

"Zayn, at the very least, we shared three memorable years together. Please don't ruin those beautiful memories with a cheap breakup and turn them into something meaningless, okay?"

She closed her eyes, letting a tear fall silently. Then, she opened them again, fixing her gaze on him once more.

"Let's end this with dignity and go our separate ways," she said.

Zayn's breath hitched. That suffocating sense of losing control washed over him once again.

A surge of panic exploded within him, sending tremors through his entire body.

His grip on her wrist tightened, his fingers digging in with all his strength-afraid that if he let go, she would slip away forever.

"Josephine, nothing you say will change my mind I will not divorce you."

Josephine endured the sharp pain in her wrist, her voice cold. "This isn't your call."

Zayn suddenly chuckled, his smile unexpectedly gentle. "Nonsense. I'm your husband. If I don't have the final say, then who does? You're not going anywhere unless I allow it. You said I'm a smart man, didn't you? So, did you really think I wouldn't have a backup plan?"

His gaze darkened, a flicker of madness in his eyes.

"You haven't been keeping up with your father's company these past few years, have you? His tax records are a mess. The falsified accounts his account made? They're in my hands. If I expose them, he'll spend the rest of his life in prison. A dutiful daughter like you wouldn't want that, would you?"

Josephine froze, staring at him in disbelief. "Zayn, you—"

"I won't actually do it," he interrupted, his voice steady. "As long as you do as I say."

Josephine slowly shook her head before yanking his wrist with all her strength.

To her, Zayn was now nothing more than a beast—a cold, ruthless predator that devoured people whole.

"Let go of me!" she suddenly screamed. "Let go of me now! Do you hear me?" "Josephine!" Zayn called out, his eyes filled with agony.

"Like I said I won't actually do it as long as you don't divorce me!" he shouted, "I've given you everything,

Josephine! I even made you the

beneficiary of my accident

insurance, damn it!

"Haven't I treated you well enough? What more do you want? Tell me who else

in this world could possibly treat you as well as I do?"

Josephine could no longer process

his words. She struggled violently, as if trying to break free from t jaws of a wild beast-her wrist nearly torn from the force.

"Let go of me! Help! Someone-help me! Let go!"

Gloria-who had spotted Zayn earlier had already called Ethan and George the moment she saw him.

Ethan was too far away and needed time to drive over. But George, who lived in

the mansion, had been hiding inside with Gloria, quietly observing.

The moment he heard Josephine scream for help, he bolted out without hesitation.

"Let go of Ms. Dunn!" he roared.

George had always played the role of a meek person in front of Zayn, but in

reality, he was a trained bodyguard his skills were far from weak.

At the crucial moment, he lunged forward and delivered a brutal uppercut straight to Zayn's jaw.