Sir Your Ex wife is Already Dead

Read Sir, Your Ex-wife is Already Dead by Frida Hammond Chapter 1 I Want a Child
Boom!
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.
The door was pushed open, and a tall man came in, whose black suit was socked in rain, making him look even colder.
“You’re home?”
The cold wind that came through the door sobered up Jazmine, who was lying on the sofa. She subconsciously went to greet
Giancarlo, but before she could reveal her happiness, her jaw was pinched.
Giancarlo’s hand was cold as ice. His cold eyes narrowed, and he lowered his head as if to identify something. The emotions in
his eyes were stronger than usual, and his lips were pursed hard. He looked no different from normal times, but....
“Are you drunk?” Jazmine asked, but the next moment, her jaw was lifted and she was forced to look up at him.
The strong smell of alcohol seemed to be mixed with perfume from a woman.
Jazmine felt like crying, but she forced herself to hold back tears and smiled. “Have you forgotten that today is our anniversary?
“I cooked all of the dishes. If you...” But she just smiled a little bit before freezing.
Giancarlo’s lips parted, forming a cold smile. His voice was even hoarse. “Jazmine?”
He then let go of her chin in disgust and said coldly as he passed her and went straight in.
Even though they had been married for four years, they were nothing more than strangers to each other.
Giancarlo hated Jazmine so much that he didn’t even want to touch her. She had long known about it.
Jazmine turned around and looked at the table that was full of dishes. After being heated a few times, they had become too soft
to be edible.
Jazmine bit her lower lip and tightened her grip. Only then did she suppress the urge to cry and go upstairs.
It was dark inside the room. The lightning lit Giancarlo’s face, making his handsome and perfect face look even harsher.

“Giancarlo,” Jazmine called out in a low voice.
However, the person on the bed had his eyes closed tightly. He was already asleep.
“Giancarlo, I want a child.” She seemed to have made her final decision, her voice soft but firm.
Everyone envied her for marrying the person in charge of the Tapia Group. The only regret was that she had no child after four
years of marriage. However, no one knew that Giancarlo did not want to touch her at all!
In four years, he rarely had sex with her!
The reason for this was that...
The man who was asleep suddenly turned over, grabbed her wrist, and lowered his head to rub against her cheek.
The cold and hotness were mixed, and her toes were curled together due to pain, but she was fond of such intimate feelings.
Whenever Giancarlo had sex with her, it was as if he had to complete a task. The interaction was always quick, but this time, it
was different. He gently bit her neck as if she was the apple of his eye.
“Giancarlo.” Jazmine raised her neck slightly and softly called out.
His teeth gently rubbed against her neck, causing Jazmine to tremble. She subconsciously reached out but heard his murmuring
voice.
“Yoselin.”
His voice was the gentlest one he could make as if he was facing a rare treasure.
The gentle voice came out of his mouth again. “Yoselin.”
Jazmine seemed to have been splashed by cold water.
All her passion immediately faded, and her hand in the air gradually clenched. Her eyes became sore, and she gritted her teeth.
“Giancarlo, I am Jazmine.”
This sentence seemed to have broken the last peace.

Giancarlo, who had been burying himself in her arms suddenly looked up. His eyes slightly narrowed as if he was trying to
identify something.
Another bolt of lightning flashed.
It illuminated the faces of the two for a short time.
It made Jazmine see more clearly how Giancarlo put on a long face instantly. He held her hands tightly and pressed them over
the top of her head. He lowered his head and said with a bit of oppression, “Why is it you?”
The aversion in his eyes was not concealed.
Even his voice was filled with an unconcealable hatred. It was followed by a cold sneer, “Jazmine, you are quite proficient in
using such a despicable method of forcing sex with me when I’m drunk.
“Today is not the time for sex.”
His facial features were perfect, but now, there was only ridicule and loathing there as if looking at her for even a second was
disgusting to him.
Jazmine looked up at him in a daze. Even though the lights in the room were dim, she could make out the appearance of the
man in front of her.
Because this was the person she had carved into her mind over the years. The sudden pain from her lower body made her but
she still stubbornly looked up and said.
“Giancarlo, I want a child.”
“A child?” As if he had heard a joke, Giancarlo slightly tilted his head, got up without thinking, and looked down at her.
“You?”
“How can a person like you deserve to have my child?”
gasp,

He was just about to go out when his clothes were pulled. Jazmine’s eyes were sore and she didn’t even dare to blink, afraid that
her tears would fall uncontrollably.
She tightly grasped the hem of his clothes with her tears held back. Her eyes looked even redder. “I want a child.”
It seemed that this wish was everything she asked for.
“Jazmine.” Giancarlo stopped in his tracks, leaned over to look at her, pinched her jaw, and said cruelly word by word.
“Back then, you tricked me to have sex with you and forced me to marry you, making Yoselin could not be my legal wife even
now. Do you think you deserve a baby?”
Jazmine subconsciously wanted to dodge, but she was held by Giancarlo’s cold hands. “Pushing her down the stairs was your
plan. As a result, her health was damaged. She lost her baby and was forced to remove her uterus. Do you deserve to say that?”
“Child?” It was as if Giancarlo had heard a big joke, and his eyes became even colder. “Yoselin is the only one who deserves to
be my baby’s mother.”
Drops of burning tears fell.
Without a sound, the tears fell onto the back of Giancarlo’s hand and hurt him with the heat.
Giancarlo frowned and looked down at Jazmine. She bit her lower lip and her tears ruined her makeup. She was in a terrible
state, but she did not make a sound. Only her scalding tears kept falling.
Drop by drop.
Jazmine’s gaunt face was even paler. She held his clothes tightly and whispered, “Giancarlo, I am in pain...”
Giancarlo was startled, and there seemed to be a few wounds of burning on the back of his hand. He pursed his lips hard, his
Adam’s apple rolling.
But before he could speak, the phone beside him buzzed.
A sobbing voice came from the phone as soon as it was connected. “Giancarlo, where are you now? It hurts a lot, but I don’t
dare to go out.
“Can you come over?”

The sobbing voice was soft, delicate, and unique.
Giancarlo was hesitant, but he now made up his mind. He frowned and withdrew his hand without thinking, asking in a deep
voice, “What’s going on?”
His sharp and cold eyes contained anxiety, and even his voice carried rare gentleness and patience. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll go over
now.”
After that, he turned around and left coldly.