Chapter 127: Chapter 127: Don’t Call Me Wife, It Disgusts Me
The woman’s name is Jasmine Jacobs, and she is currently in the food business, with over a dozen branches in Westcroft alone.
In her early years, her family was involved in organized crime, and even now, she has ties in both the underworld and legitimate circles.
Because of this, Jasmine Jacobs shows absolutely no respect to Ashley Shaw, directly calling her a "little slut" to her face.
After all, a legitimate wife, no matter how poor her family background, doesn’t need to show face to a "mistress."
Ashley Shaw took a soft breath, trying hard to digest the words "little slut."
She knew she was under a roof and had to bow her head.
She was just contemplating whether to do what Damon Crawford told her or to confess everything to this woman, hoping she could save her.
But before Ashley Shaw could make up her mind, she felt a sharp object pressing against her back.
Today she wore a short-sleeved uniform from the store, and the fabric was very thin.
When that sharp object pressed against her, she felt a sudden pain.
It was a dagger.
Well, she couldn’t stand on that woman’s side anymore.
Once she told the truth, Damon Crawford’s dagger would mercilessly stab into her flesh.
She had no other choice.
Now she could only pray that after she said what Damon Crawford wanted, this woman would let her go and instead target her scumbag husband.
Damon Crawford, dressed in a suit, hid most of the dagger pressed against Ashley Shaw in his sleeve, so Jasmine Jacobs couldn’t see it at all.
Damon Crawford forced a laugh, saying, "Honey, I’m really here to explain to you. I have nothing to do with this woman. What the police told you over the phone was all a setup by her and Maeve, who has already been jailed."
"I met Maeve when I was buying cigarettes once. I found their store’s cigarettes to be cheaper, so I often bought from her. Over time, we got acquainted. But I only ever saw her as a sister."
"I just didn’t expect that Maeve somehow learned you were my wife and then teamed up with this woman to set a trap for me."
"My heart is only for you, so I didn’t fall for their trick. But they didn’t give up and then falsely accused me of trying to rape them!"
Jasmine Jacobs sneered.
"If that’s the case, then why was she the one caught? According to her plan, wouldn’t she be the victim?"
"You should ask her accomplice about that." Damon Crawford said, looking at Ashley Shaw, "Tell the truth about what’s going on. If you don’t, neither my wife nor I will show you any mercy!"
Damon Crawford’s tone was full of threats.
Ashley Shaw knew that what he really meant was: If you don’t do as I say, you will certainly die at my hands.
Ashley Shaw could only meet Jasmine Jacobs’ questioning gaze and follow Damon Crawford’s previous instructions: "Indeed, it’s all a misunderstanding, just as Mr. Crawford said. As for why Maeve ended up being jailed later, it’s because we had a falling out, so I temporarily turned on her, saying she and your husband kidnapped me."
After Ashley Shaw finished speaking, she recalled Damon Crawford mentioning the other side had a cherished cousin about her age, so she quickly added, "Ma’am, I just graduated high school this year. Please forgive me just this once considering my young age. I promise I won’t make the same mistake again..."
Jasmine Jacobs’ expression flickered for a moment but quickly returned to an icy coldness.
"What’s your relationship with Maeve?"
"We’re friends... We used to work part-time at the same store."
Damon Crawford immediately said, "The store they worked at is the convenience store where I often bought cigarettes. That’s where I met them."
Jasmine Jacobs stared at the two as if trying to assess the truth of their words.
Ashley Shaw felt Damon Crawford’s hand trembling slightly.
Because the stabbing pain in her back became more pronounced.
"Alright."
Jasmine Jacobs suddenly said that one word.
"Honey, do you believe me now?"
Jasmine Jacobs curved her lips and said, "You’ve found a witness, why shouldn’t I believe you?"
Damon Crawford hurriedly asked, "Can we reconcile now?"
"Reconcile? Hahaha..."
Jasmine Jacobs seemed to hear a hilarious joke.
With Damon Crawford’s confused look, she abruptly stopped laughing and returned to the same emotionless expression.
"Hand it over!"
Jasmine Jacobs raised her hand, and a bodyguard immediately stepped forward and carefully placed a manila envelope into her hand.
Jasmine Jacobs took it, slapped it directly into Damon Crawford’s chest.
Before Damon Crawford could grasp it, the manila envelope opened itself, spilling a pile of photos.
Ashley Shaw glanced down the next moment and saw that every photo was of Damon Crawford in intimate poses with different women.
The women were all different.
Including Maeve.
She looked at Damon Crawford in shock, her eyes expressing undisguised disgust.
Having one Maeve was already low enough; she didn’t expect there to be a fourth, a fifth, a sixth...
Truly, no man is a good man!
She felt deeply empathetic toward Jasmine Jacobs.
Because she too had been betrayed by Warren Prescott, seeing him in intimate acts with another girl at the company.
Having both experienced a husband’s betrayal, she especially understood Jasmine Jacobs’ feelings.
Jasmine Jacobs let out a cold laugh.
"Damon Crawford, regarding Maeve and this little slut’s matter, I’ll pretend to believe you. But what about these? Explain them all to me one by one."
Damon Crawford never expected Jasmine Jacobs to have so much evidence of his infidelity.
The people he needed to deal with extended beyond just Ashley Shaw and Maeve.
Damon Crawford panicked instantly, not even knowing where to begin explaining.
Because even if he explained, it was futile.
Those photos were the most damning evidence, leaving him no way to defend himself.
Even if he lied, it would quickly be exposed.
Damon Crawford’s legs shook with fear.
"H- honey..."
"Don’t call me honey! It disgusts me! If it weren’t for the two kids, I would have divorced a worthless thing like you long ago!"
Damon Crawford seized on the crucial point, quickly saying, "Yes, even for the kids’ sake, forgive me just this once! The kids are still young; they can’t do without a father! Let’s pretend nothing happened and keep it from the kids. From now on, I’ll live properly, never making such a mistake again, and will be devoted to you and the kids, alright?"
"A father? You think you’re fit to be a father?"
Jasmine Jacobs’ eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"But you reminded me, the kids can’t know their father is such a low-life!"
Having said that, Jasmine Jacobs turned her head and gave her two bodyguards a look.
The two bodyguards stepped forward immediately, slamming Damon Crawford to the ground before he could react.
The dagger he held against Ashley Shaw clattered to the floor.
Ashley Shaw finally dared to move, immediately tried to run out.
However, before she could run a meter, two more bodyguards appeared at the end of the hallway, blocking her path.
Jasmine Jacobs’ cold voice resounded.
"Miss, I advise you not to run. After I’m done with Damon Crawford, I’ll deal with you."