Trash Son-in-law Returns as the Almighty Marshal

CHAPTER 3

The room fell silent and even Katie’s eyes widened at Frederick’s daring move.

Tyler stared at the cheque for a long moment, and Belinda leaned forward in anticipation as she thought he was finally about to give in.

But instead, Tyler took the cheque from Frederick’s hand, tore it into shreds and threw the pieces at him.

“Katie is my wife,” Tyler declared, refusing to be intimidated. “She’s not for sale. I’ll work a hundred jobs if I have to, but I’ll ensure her dreams come true. We don’t need your stupid gifts and dirty money.”

Frederick’s jaw ticked in anger, but he masked it with a mocking smirk.

“You might think you’re being brave, but you’re only showing how stupid you are. Do you really think Katie would want to remain with a beggar like you? Take my offer now or forever live to regret it.”

Tyler stood tall and squared his chin as he locked eyes with Frederick. “I’m not afraid of you.”

This was the last straw for Belinda. She stomped up to Tyler and slapped him across the face so hard his head jerked to the side.

“You idiot!” She spat. “What do you think you’re trying to prove? Why won’t you take the money and leave us in peace! Do you want us to rot in poverty with you?!”

The slap stung Tyler’s cheek but he ignored Belinda and made his way toward Katie. Before he could reach her, Jarod stepped in front of him, blocking his view of her.

“You’re not going anywhere near my sister!” He spat and jabbed the divorce paper he had picked up from the floor at Tyler’s chest. “Your time here is up. Sign this and disappear.”

Tyler was about to react, but his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at the urgent message from his boss.

He sighed and placed the phone back in his pocket then shoved Jarod’s hand away from his chest, pushing him aside with so much force that the guy almost lost his footing.

“Hey!” Jarod called out as he grabbed onto the armrest of the couch to steady himself, but Tyler paid him no mind as he approached Katie and gently grabbed her hand in his.

“I have to make an urgent delivery, but I’ll be back soon,” he explained with a soft and pleading voice. “Please don’t let them poison your mind against me. We’ll sort everything out when I return, I promise. I’ll do everything to be the man you deserve.”

His eyes pleaded with hers one last time before he rushed out, and Katie stared at the door long after he was gone with a blank expression on her face.

“That useless fool,” Belinda seethed. “Who does he think he is?”

Frederick brushed invisible dust off his suit, and calmed his expression as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he assured. “He won’t be around for much longer.”

Belinda blinked up at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Frederick’s lips curved into a devious smile. “Leave it to me. I’ll make sure that lowlife disappears. Once and for all.”

“Jarod, let me have the divorce papers,” he called out to Jarod who quickly obeyed.

Frederick clutched the divorce papers in his hand and turned to Katie. “Katie, I’m going to walk out of here with these divorce papers. If you want your husband to return, stop me. If you don’t, I’ll take it that you’re done with him.”

With that, Frederick turned around and took a step forward, then another until he reached the door.

Katie squeezed her hands by her sides and her lips parted like she wanted to speak, but she said nothing.

“Good girl,” Frederick grinned at her silence.

***

A few hours later, Tyler was riding his scooter down a lonely road. He had just finished his deliveries and was heading back home when a black van with tinted windows intercepted his path.

The tires of his scooter screeched as he managed to bring it to a halt just inches away from the van.

The back door of the van instantly flew open, and before Tyler could react, a sack was thrown over his head.

“Hey!” He shouted with a muffled voice as rough hands yanked him off the scooter. He tried to fight back, but a punch to the ribs knocked the wind out of him. He was shoved into the van and the smell of gasoline instantly filled his nostrils, making him dizzy.

Within seconds, the van’s engine came to life and through his disorientation, he heard a distant voice that sounded feminine shouting after them.

“Stop! Let him go!”

But the lady’s protests were ignored as the van sped off into the night, carrying him away.